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honeytonedhottie · 7 months ago

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HONEYS IT GIRL MAGAZINE april edition⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

welcome back to honeys it girl magazine, this is the april catalog. get ready for the inside scoop on data that i've collected, things i've learned/started doing, and just general info like that organized in kind of a teen-magazine inspired fashion. this particular addition's collaborator is @pinkpigtailsprincess and its an HONOR. so pls look forward to the magazine for it girls ✨ and now please enjoy, the it girl magazine.

SUMMER WARDROBE PREP ;

as we've talked about in this post right here, summer is right around the corner and we need to make the fashion count. april fashion is all about the transition from spring -> summer and in doing so gracefully there MUST be preparation.

for any season i think that camisoles r amazing because in the colder seasons like autumn or winter, u can wear camisoles underneath zip up jackets. in the summer and spring time u can wear camisoles as they are and they're so cute either way.

the key to camisoles is the length and the color and for the spring to summer transition, i advise u to steer clear of darker colors or thicker textures and go for more light/flowy, colorful pieces.

FOR THE BLOG ;

i haven't been very active on my blog (or at least thats how i feel) as much as i usually am and thats because school has been kicking my ass. now that the school year is wrapping up i have something that i'd like to introduce to the blog.

MY MASTER CLASS - i wanted to formulate a class that rly went in depth about manifestation so i decided to make a google class in which i hopefully simplified manifestation. just like in my blog, except in the class i formulate challenges, assignments etc.

the post where i go more in depth about the master class is coming out on wednesday (may first) so i hope that u guys look forward to and take advantage of this new resource 🍭🎀

FOR THE WELLNESS GIRLIES ;

if theres one thing that i tried to keep central this month was my health, so there r two things in particular that i honed in on and they are mindfulness and stress management.

MINDFULNESS - i wanted to focus on being more present in my emotions and just focus on the now more than anything. just kind of putting things into perspective. i've had time to ponder a lot of things and kind of tackle the big questions that i like to avoid and once u sort that out it feels like a weight has been lifted off ur shoulders.

STRESS MANAGEMENT - idk whats going on but my emotions have been all over the place and i've been feeling particularly stressed and overwhelmed so what i've been doing to manage that is mindful breathing and affirming affirmations that remind me that im safe, im fine etc.

and later on once im in a clearer headspace i'll journal thru my emotions and kind of sort them out that way im not harboring anything negative yk? and thats usually what helps me.

DOLLY'S SECTION, @pinkpigtailsprincess "SOME OF MY FAVS AND WHAT WE CAN LEARN FROM THEM

Some of my fav it girls What we can learn from them!!🎀

The Boss

Whitney Gilbert + Rihanna + Lil Kim

The Smart Sweethearts

Jang Wonyoung + Elle woods

The Glitzy Dolls

Kimora Lee Simmons + London Tipton

| 𝜗𝜚 ݁ ˖ The Smart Sweetheart !! 🎀

...📧 : Wonyoung & Elle are absolutely perfect for self expression and not letting other peoples opinions get too you both of them are unapologetically Super Feminine & Sweet even people

talk down about them, they always rise up and prove them wrong no matter how much people talk all while sporting their extremely feminine personality and fashion taste no matter how much they get stereotyped as a “dumb blonde” “pick me” or “air head” they know themselves

and thats all thats matter to them!! 🎀 Now all three of these women are incredibly smart thats have achieved major academic

success let’s look at what we can individually learn from them!!

🎀 ; Jang Wonyoung The Successful K-Popstar thats has gotten global success who has the perfect princess beauty

has inspired an ongoing lifestyle trend by the Name of “Wonyoungism” a trend inspired by the beautiful fans of Jang Wonyoung where her fanbase practices and promotes Taking care of them selves and being the best version of them selves and taking inspiration from won young to

⁃ workout

⁃ eat healthy meals

⁃ take care of their skin

⁃ practice good habits

⁃ attaining their goals

⁃ ambition & hard work

⁃ being nice & inspiring others to also joij in on becoming the best version of themselves and have an unbreakable mentally inspired by her famous quote “No Problem I don’t care you’re you i’m me!” and taking after won-young in having a high self concept and hard work no matter what!! and never letting opinions get too you even when she was getting dragged on the internet she gave them more reasons to hate on her even though they know nothing about her

Sources say The Chic Princess is also incredibly smart with some extremely impressive academic achievements including

⁃ took GED & got a perfect score in Korean,english & math

⁃ Won a Science Fair

⁃ Won Match Contest

⁃ Was her Class president 3 years in a row

⁃ willing joined sports

⁃ always putting time into her studies and ever wanted to be a news anchor +lawyer!!

no speaking of Lawyers...We must talk sbout the most fashionable lawyer out there..🎀 ; Elle Woods!!The Peppy Blonde Barbie From Bel-Air is Undeniably one of the most loved it girl characters out there!! she inspires many girls & women to do their absolute best in academics and maintain their authenticity and being charismatic and kind to those around her even with people who don’t like her!!, She’s literally the Pioneer of femininity in the work force bringing her girly & hyperfeminine personality + style while also studying law and becoming a lawyer

...but it’s not always glitz and glamour for Elleseeing as early on in the movie no one seems to genuinely taker her seriously and judging her too quickly because of her girly style,chipper personality & being a classic sorority queen but as elle and had more and more people on her back about her “being a ditz” “not being smart enough” she makes her own one women revolution on a quest to prove them all wrong! and when doing this she still doesn’t stray away from her bubbly personality and trendy style and with doing this proving thats girls can be girly and hyperfem and still be smart and pursue a career but even with doing this she can’t seem to shake the image of the stereotypical “Dumb Blonde” as we see in the movie when her professor seems to only hire ell because she’s pretty and not because of her academic success.

now obviously this makes elle spiral and think shes not good enough to where she ends up giving up becoming a lawyer because she feels as though because shes the stereotypical blonde rich girl from bel-air that she can’t be anything but a pretty face but still after the fact elle picks herself back up in one of the final scene of the MovieShowing up to the courtroom sport her ICONIC Pink dress and Bedazzled Pink Pumps and using her knowledge in fashion,beauty and cosmetics to ultimately win her case even withhaving the hard ship of not taken seriously!! 🎀

these two of literally in my top 3 favorites theyre just perfect and amazing and no matter what they do people are always talking about them no matter what rather good or bad they are truly it girls now What can we learn from these two dazzling women...

⁃ Hard work pays off

⁃ You can have beauty and brains

⁃ Never Dumb yourself down too be someone everyone else wants you to be

⁃ Always work hard no matter the circumstances

⁃ Take care of yourself

⁃ People opinions on you don’t Matter because at the end of the day you onlyhave to prove yourself to yourself

⁃ You’re So weird, Never change that!

| 𝜗𝜚݁ ˖ The Glitzy Divas !! 🎀

🛍 : The Glitzy Diva Type is my FAVORITE!! Im literally Obsessed with Kimora and Sharpay They Inspire me so much and theyre like soo iconic so ofc we have to start of with Mother Herself Mrs.

Kimora Lee Simmons 🛍 : The Mother of Baby Phat How made her breakthrough in the modeling industry at only 15 And Being Signed with Chanel She is Known for Her Love of

Fashion Glitz and Glamour The Fashion Maven coining her brand Baby Phat in 1999 rose to fame without question i mean her clothes are literally so iconic you name she has it !!

⁃ phone cases

⁃ jackets

⁃ jeans

⁃ Body Suits

⁃ Denim Jackets

⁃ Boots

⁃ Hats

⁃ Tank Tops

⁃ Buffer Coats

⁃ Lip Gloss

⁃ PerfumeSHE HAD IT ALL!!

Because she is literally just FABULOUS she has always had this love for the glitz and the glamour and always hold her self too a high standard if she wanted it she would get it and thats just the way its gonna be!!! she had a habit of running up Phone Bills,Credit Card etc. truly princess activities now what can we learn from this ICON!I can do everything by myself, the only person I have to look out for is myself - Kimora Lee SimmonsPersonally

i think she is trying to say she is only supposed to be validated within her self and Only Her Opinion Matter No Matter What and its so true because at the end of the day you know you best and all you’ll is yourself!All the hard work in the world won't get you anywhere if you don't powerfully project your personality and style. How are you going to differentiate yourself from them? - Kimora Lee Simmons

BE YOURSELF!! literally being your own authentic self is literally the ultimate it girl secret and you can literally see for yourself not all it girl are one in the same they are authentically their own and that makes them all special!!People want to throw things at you and make you fall off because you're at a certain enviable height. - Kimora Lee Simmons. Like honestly she such a philosopher and i don’t care like this is so true with all it girls people are always talking about them no matter what because they feel a certain sense of jealousy

towards them for no reason when these women are literally like the best people LOVE to hate on it girl so much they end of loving them They Love to Hate them and Hate 2 Love Them!! 🎀

Now lwts talk about another favorite of mine the FABULOUS ...

⭐ : Sharpay Evans !!

The one and Only Sharpay Evans The Queen Bee that everyone tried to tear down but if were being honest she will NEVER Fall She hold her self to princess standard with her fabulous self concept

“Everything Has to be Perfect for me” Fabulous by Sharpay Evans

Having Everyone always hating in her never stopped her still always being the school Queen Bee She is constantly talked about bye everyone!! i mean yeah she is quite snobby but she is still CRAZY AMBITIOUS. and shes willing to do any and everything to make sure she gets her way Shes The Princess and that will never change

No matter what people say about her own personal style she doesn’t care only her opinion matters Because she’s FABULOUS everything around her HAS to be Fabulous as well

⁃ Wardrobe

⁃ Hair

⁃ LockerEverything

She Believes that she is better than her peers and tbh.. She kinda Is i mean Their Vocals and performance were mediocre compared to SharpayShe stands about too much i mean her fabulousness was too much for them to handle shes

Her Iconess is

Stylish Pretty Iconic Talented Ambitious and Hardworking too much for them they can’t tell can’t HANDLE IT!!

Now what can we learn from these two FABULOUS ICONS

⁃ Only Your Opinion Matters

⁃ Always Put Yourself First

⁃ Keep Working Hard for what you want

⁃ If Something isn’t up to your standards don’t settle for less

⁃ No Matter how much people talk and knock you down you’re still gonna be above their Judgement!!

⁃ Only Conform too your own standard

CELEBS ;

i wanna start off this section strong and talk about jojo siwa's new release "karma". i've linked the music video there so u can watch it and feel free to share ur opinions in the comment section but shes been receiving lots of mixed reviews from netizens.

most of the backlash comes from interviews that shes done like when she said that she was the first person in her generation to have this major of a rebrand. a huge shift in all this drama tho was when people found out that she did NOT in fact write the song like she claimed she did, which does NOT look good for her

she bought the song from brit smith and its like, WORD FOR WORD. and people feel some kind of way bcuz jojo could've just straight up been honest and say that she bought the song, which a lot of artists in the music industry do and theres nothing inherently wrong with it.

but the problem is that she tried to make it seem like she wrote it and even goes as far as to claim that she did in fact write it. and now that its shown that she bought it from brit smith, it kinda just blew up in her face.

PREP FOR NEXT YEAR ;

as we know the 2023-2024 school year is coming to an end very soon and if ur anything like me, ur feeling FATIGUED. and rightfully so of course, school can be super taxing sometimes.

this is ur sign though to take a BREAK, spend a day just for you and for rejuvenation bcuz to keep going u need to have strength. school is almost done U GOT THIS. what helps me is to count down the days until school lets out so that i can be excited 🍹✨

now is the time tho to plan out what courses ur gonna take next year, wrap up whatever u need to for this school year so that u can walk into the next school year ready to dominate. make plans for the summer and hype urself up to have an amazing time!

thats all for this months catalog, there will be a new edition each month with new content and it'll be updated on a monthly basis so if thats something that interests you or if you like these kinds of posts stay tuned for the next, till next month girlies✨

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extrakatelyn · 2 months ago

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my “#soextra” fall fashion necessities ᥫ᭡

after to winter, fall is my favorite season. the fresh smell of academia in the air combined with the cool autumn breeze always does something to me. every year i find myself rotating towards a couple shows in particular that give me a real good push into that fall mood. pretty little liars, gossip girl, and vampire diaries are just staples in my household once the end of august rolls around. this year however i’ve noticed they also have taken an inspiration on to my autumn fashion choices. today im going to a deep dive on things that make my fall fashion #soextra ᯓᡣ𐭩

boots

starting with boots because i absolutely loveeeee boots! i tend to incorporate lots and lots of different types of boots into my fall wardrobe. riding boots, knee highs, uggs , gogo boots you name im wearing it. (except ankle boots, i personally really dislike those) aria’s boots in pretty little liars always catch my attention. i adore the way she styles books with high socks that just seem to stop right above where the boot ends.

sweaters

i love a good sweater in the fall. my personal fav type of sweater right now is an off the shoulder. the visibility of shoulder js adds that #soextra touch i need. this also leaves room to add a really cute necklace.

stockings

layering is sooo important during the colder months. not just because its a cute addition but because it also keeps you warm! its okay to add some practicality to an outfit because no one enjoys walking around with a sore throat and stuffy nose. so having stockings under a skirt or even a dress is my go to for when the air gets chilly. they can also add an incredibly professional, modest, and classy touch to your outfits. If you are going school, work, or if thats simply how you want to dress stockings are perfectttt.

jackets

like i mentioned earlier in the fall it gets pretty chilly so grabbing a jacket before you run out the door is very necessary. It doesn’t matter what kind bonus points though if its a leather jacket that looks like it could be from your vampire bf’s closet.

purses

i loveee big purses. they are #soextra ,the little ones never really did it for me because i have so much stuff i need with me on the daily. i do feel though that fall and winter time are the perfect time to bring out the bigger bags. summer just gives more smaller handbag vibes to me.

thats it for my #soextrafall fashion necessities, i have more fall themed posts coming so stay tuned ;)

xoxo

-𝑒𝓍𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓀𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎𝓃 ༊*·˚

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huoyd · 11 months ago

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Meeting Goofy

Summary: Yakko meets Goofy for the first time at Christmas and Max spends more time worrying about his dad embarrassing him than he does celebrating the holiday. Ao3 Link: [ link ] Pairings: Yakko Warner/Max Goof Words: 5,324 A/N: A secret Santa gift I made for @animaniacssecretsanta and @theonethatyaks93 ! Fic:

Yakko gathers things out of the wardrobe he keeps his belongings in, grabbing a few things here and there. A couple of sweaters, some undershirts, thicker socks in case it’s colder than he expects. They’re going further north, so he’ll have to actually wear shoes which will be weird, but Max says it actually snows quite a bit in his hometown.

His home town. Where Yakko will finally be meeting Max’s dad. A year and a half into their relationship. Well after Max had met both of his siblings. But it makes sense, Goofy live a three hour car ride away.

“Are ya’ bringin’ the gifts that Dot an’ I got ya’?” Wakko asks, bringing Yakko out of his brief moment of thought. He looks at his little sibling, no longer very little at all. Wakko has been taller than him since he turned 14, and now at 18 he’s both taller and wider.

“No, I’m not bringing them. I told you, I’ll be back on the 24th. I’m not missing Christmas with you guys.” He smiles like it’s obvious, but the hint of real worry shows at its edges. Worry that his siblings will think he’s abandoning him.

They’ve never spent a Christmas apart, not for as long as they can remember. And they still won’t, but they’ve never been away from one another this long before. Only two nights, but still…

He looks up at Wakko, frowning. “Are you sure you guys are okay with me going?” He asks for what feels like the hundredth time since the plans were suggested, and Wakko rolls his eyes.

“Yes, ’m sure that Dot an’ I will be fine for the barely 48 hours that ya’ will be gone for, Yakko,” he tells him as he sits on the couch and shrugs his shoulders. “Ya’ better jus’ hope that the apartment survives the party I plan t’throw,” he jokes.

Yakko smirks at him, crossing his arms playfully. “Well, you better tell your party goers that they’re not allowed in my room.”

“Ya’ sleep in the livin’ room!” Wakko tells him with a faux indignation.

“Exactly.” Yakko lets out a laugh as Wakko sticks his tongue out at him before his smile fades into something softer. “But you two will really be okay?” He asks, and Wakko’s own smile shifts as well.

“‘Course we will, Yakko. We’re your lil’ siblings. We can handle the world.” He pulls him in for a tight embrace before Dot calls out from the kitchen;

“Max is here!” She turns around, moving back into the living room.

Wakko pulls out of the hug as she comes over, a smile on his face.

“We’ll be fine, Yakko. Really.” He tells him again. “Go have fun meetin’ your boyfriend’s dad. We’ll be here when ya’ get back Chris’mas Eve.”

Yakko smiles, hugging Wakko again before pulling Dot into an equally tight embrace. There’s a knock on the door a few seconds later.

Yakko takes a breath, giving his siblings one last look, and Dot takes it as her cue to roll her eyes this time.

“We’ll be fine, really. Go have fun, Yakko, yeesh.” Her smile is well-meaning though, and just on this side of sweet.

“Yeah, right, okay.” He nods before walking over to the door and pulling it open.

On the other side Max stands there smiling.

“Hey, Ko, you ready to go?” He says with the lopsided grin that Yakko adores. And he nods.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” He tells him, before once again turning to his siblings. “If you two need me for absolutely anything-”

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll give ya’ a ring, we get it, go on, Yakko, have fun!” Wakko calls back, shooing him towards the door and Yakko sighs.

“Okay. I’ll see you on Christmas Eve.” He says before looking back at Max with a sheepish smile. “Okay, ready.”

Max only rolls his eyes with a well-meaning smile. “They’ll be fine, Yakko, c’mon.Your chariot awaits.”

“Is that what we’re calling your old beater now?”

The drive is relatively uneventful. It’s three hours up to the northern part of the state, and it mostly consists of highways. Save for the 20 minutes that they had pulled off to get a snack.

They play car games, courtesy of Yakko, and talk about everything and nothing. Regular activities for when they’re sitting on his or Max’s couch.

It’s not until they’re about 5 minutes out from Max’s childhood home does the older boy start to get antsy.

Yakko looks over with a raised eyebrow as the dog starts tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. His head tilts at the action before he looks up at Max’s face.

“Are… you alright…?” He asks, and Max sighs a little too quickly to not know that the question had been coming.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good. Totally good. I’m just… you know… You’re about to meet my dad for the first time.” He shrugs, then gives a nervous smile like he’s joking but not quite. “Our relationship is practically over.”

Yakko finds the tension he’s holding at his boyfriend’s nervousness to drop from his shoulders immediately.

“Oh come on, Max. Your dad is not that bad.” He tells him, and before Max can try and prove him wrong, he keeps speaking. “You’ve told me about him. He sounds great. It’s going to be fine.”

Max only sighs again, sinking in his seat as they pull up onto a quiet, residential street.

“Whatever you say…” He mutters under his breath, but before Yakko can comment on it, he’s distracted by what is clearly Max’s childhood home. Made evident by the large ‘Welcome Home Maxie and Yakko’ sign hanging on the front of it.

“Here we go,” Max mutters as they pull into the driveway.

As soon as the car is put in park, a whole lightshow turns on; Christmas lights and blown up figures come to life as if it had been timed perfectly. And by the figure in the window now scrambling for the front door, Yakko assumes that it had been.

“Oh, this was a mistake,” Max says again as the front door is thrown open and an older dog with a striking resemblance to Max steps out.

“Welcome Home, Maxie!” Goody calls out from across the lawn. Max opens the car door, starting to pull himself out as he waves.

“Hey dad,” he says as Goofy makes his way over. “Man, you really went all out, hu-ugh-” His word cuts off in a grunt as Goofy wraps his arms around him and pulls him into a hug.

“Of course I did, Maxie! It’s just my specialist little guy coming back for Christmas,” he says as he backs off and ruffles Max’s hair.

“Oh, c’mon, dad,” Max gripes, but Goofy isn’t paying attention anymore as Yakko gets out of the other side of the car.

“And you must be Yakko,” Goofy says as he walks over to greet him.

Yakko offers a hand out, “It’s nice to meet you-” And he’s cut off just as Max had been as Goofy pulls him up into a hug, spinning him around once just for good measure.

“I’m just tickled to finally meet you, Yakko. My Maxie has told me all about you,” he gushes before setting Yakko back down on the ground.

His cheeks are a bit pink, reaching up to scratch the back of his head. “Y-yeah, it’s nice to meet you too, Mr. Goof,” he finishes his prior sentence as Goofy waves him off.

“Aw, c’mon now, none of that. Call me Goofy! I know it’s a bit odd, but everyone does.” He beams down at Yakko and he offers a smile and a shrug.

“I’m not exactly a stranger to weird names.” He tells him, and Goofy lets out a loud hyuck.

“Quick as a whip, just like my Maxie said you were!” There’s nothing but pride in his voice as he steps between the two boys and leads them into the house.

“Come right on it, I’ve got some food all whipped up and ready after a drive like that.”

As they’re walking up to the front door Yakko gets a better look at all the decorations.

“I love what you’ve done with the decor. Real’ festive.” He smiles up at Goofy and Max just rolls his eyes.

“The sign is a bit overboard,” he comments, and Goofy just lets out another laugh.

“Well, I had to let everyone know that my Maxie was coming home for Christmas. All the way back from the big city where he’s getting himself a good education. And with his boyfriend, too!” Goofy continues to gush, Max’s face turning a bit red.

“I am sure the neighbours didn’t need a sign proclaiming that I’m visiting,” Max retorts but they’re going inside and Goofy is immediately side tracked.

“Okay boys, right this way!”

They get into the kitchen, and on the table is an abundance of food all laid out. Yakko lets out a low whistle as he gets sight of it.

“Wow, you went all out in all regards,” he comments as Goofy continues to lead them into the dining area.

“Right-O! Now, of course, we’ll be having the real main course tomorrow for an early Christmas dinner while we’ve got ya’ here, Yakko, but I figured after a long drive all the way from the big ol’ city you two boys would be famished!”

Max moves forward, sitting down at the table. “You got that right, dad,” he says with a smile as he starts grabbing dishes of food.

Yakko sits down next to him, leaning on the table with a smirk. “Never mind the pitstop for dinner we had not an hour ago,” he tells him, and Max meets him with a playful smirk of his own.

“I’m a growing boy, Yakko,” he says in a deadpanned voice, and Yakko can only roll his eyes before getting a small plate of food himself.

Goofy sits down at the table across from them and serves himself a good helping of food.

“So, Yakko, tell me about yourself. I’ve gotten the odds and ends from Max, but I feel like I barely know ya’!”

“Dad, don’t bug him, I’m sure he doesn’t want to answer a bunch of questions,” Max tells him around a mouthful of food.

“Awe, c’mon, Maxie, I’m just getting to know him,” Goofy pleads with his son, before looking back at Yakko. “Maxie was telling me that ya’ got a couple of little siblings?” He asks trying to start off small, and Yakko smiles.

“Yeah, Wakko, my younger sibling, he’s 18. He started college this year, full ride scholarship in an engineering program. And Dot, our little sister. She’s 16, and I’m pretty sure she’s going to end up being president or something.” Yakko tells him, pushing food around his plate with his fork. “They had to convince me to let them stay home alone this weekend. Wakko is technically old enough to watch Dot for a couple of nights, but what can I say? I worry. ” He shrugs a bit, humour in his voice as he admits his over-protective nature, but Goofy only raises an eyebrow.

“Where are your parents at, then?” Goofy asks, and Max frowns.

“Dad.” The word comes out in a hiss as Yakko flusters.

“It’s okay, Max,” Yakko tells him, resting a hand on his wrist before looking back at Goofy. “Our parents passed away a while back. It’s just us now.” He doesn’t speak as much as he usually would, but it’s not exactly a topic he enjoys speaking about.

Goofy seems to read his reluctance to speak about it, though, and offers him a smile.

“Well, if I had known that I would’ve had Maxie invite the whole lot of ya’ down. Least I know for next time though. That siblin’ of yours seems awful smart to get a full ride scholarship, though!” He keeps his voice cheery, and Yakko smiles, glad to move on from the subject quickly enough.

It’s later on that evening, after dinner is done and everything has been tidied up, including the few dishes that Goofy managed to break before Max took over washing, that Yakko finds himself being led up to Max’s childhood bedroom.

He looks around as the door opens, eyes wandering from all of the little trinkets that hadn’t made it to college with Max. Pictures, posters, knicknacks. Anything deemed inconsequential, or too juvenile.

“I’m really sorry about my dad, Yakko,” Max tells him as he pulls their luggage into the room, insisting on carrying it for his smaller boyfriend. “He can be insensitive sometimes. Just a real’ goof.”

Yakko looks over his shoulder, away from the photographs that line Max’s mirror, raising an eyebrow. “It’s not a big deal, Max. Anyone would have questions.” As to why a 21 year old is in charge of their younger siblings. It’s only logical to ask, even if it brings up less than stellar feelings.

Max sighs, making his way over. “I’m still sorry. I should have, I don’t know, told him in advance or something.”

Yakko only smiles, shrugging him off as he turns. “It’s fine, really Max,” he tells him, smiling up at him. Then, before Max can say anything else, Yakko nods to the pictures. “Who’s she?”

Max looks over just to see his prom picture. Him and Roxanne.

“Oh! Um, oh, y’know-” He moves to grab the picture and pull it down. “Just um, a friend. From highschool. No one, really.” He says, moving to tuck the picture away in a drawer. He doesn’t move fast enough, Yakko reaches over and plucks it out of his hand.

“Oh, she’s pretty.” He teases, a smile on his face as he does. “What’s her name?”

“Awe, c’mon, Yakko.” Max says reaching to take the picture back, but he can’t help but smile. “Roxanne, okay? We dated for a couple years, went to prom, split up before we actually got to the dance though. Figured we were heading in different directions, y’know?” He stops trying to wrestle for the picture, holding his hand out for it.

Yakko takes one more look, first at the picture, then at Max standing in front of him and smiles as he hands the picture back. “She should have held out. I got you fully cooked.” He teases, poking his boyfriend in the chest, now much broader than it had been in the picture.

Max rolls his eyes. “Alright, that’s enough, time for bed. No doubt we’ll be handed many more disasters as soon as the sun rises,” he says, piloting Yakko towards the bed.

“Whatever you say, Maximilian.”

The two boys wake up the next morning to the sound of a crash and a scream.

Yakko is instantly sitting up, eyes wide, hair tousled, looking around the room. “What was that?”

“I told you. Soon as the sun rises,” Max responds groggily as he pushes himself up.

“That’s your dad?” The other asks before he’s getting out of bed, grabbing a sweater on his way out the door to pull on over his head. Max only sighs.

“Told you,” he says again. He gets up with a groan, running a hand through his hair before grabbing his own hoodie and making his way downstairs a few steps behind Yakko. Once he gets there, he sees the remnants of a bowl scattered across the floor as Yakko tries to both keep his distance and pass Goofy a broom.

“Hey, woah, careful, ‘Ko,” Max says, moving towards the mess. He takes the broom from Yakko’s hand and pushes him back a step, much to Yakko’s surprise, before passing it to his dad with his longer reach. “What happened?”

“Oh, y’know how it is, Maxie. The old feet got from under me again.” Goofy waves off as he takes the broom. “I’ll have breakfast out and ready in no time. Most important meal of the day!”

“Yeah, okay. We’ll go wait in the dining room,” Max tells him, wrapping an arm around Yakko and beginning to lead him away.

“It’s okay, we can-” Yakko starts to say, only to get cut off by Max.

“No, I really don’t think we should. It’ll be safer in the dining room.” Yakko looks perplexed as he’s led away, frowning up at Max, though the older boy seems to not notice as he continues to pull him out.

About 15 minutes later, and much clinking and clanking throughout that time which only cemented Max’s desire to keep Yakko out of harm's way, Goofy is serving out a tray of food.

“There you go, boys! Eat up, we’ve got a big day ahead of us!” He smiles. “First we’re going to head over to go see some carollers in the town square, then help out at the food bank and serve up some lunch for the hungry, then we’re gonna head on over to the park. They’ve got ice skating!”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea, dad?” He asks, and Goofy only smiles.

“Of course it is, Maxie! We help out at the food bank every year!”

“No, I meant the ice.. skating…” But it’s too late, Goofy is already making his way further into the house to get ready, Max’s worry falling on deaf ears.

Save for Yakko's.

He smiles up at him, soft and sweet and unlike his usual smirks. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, Max. What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

Max just groans. “If you have to ask, you don’t know.”

For the most part, the day goes well.

They go see some carollers, Goofy insisting on joining in but at least it doesn’t end in disaster. Just some mild embarrassment on Max’s part. Then, at the food bank, he lucks out. They have his dad seating people, having learned from experience that it’s best to keep him away from anything that he can spill or break, while Max and Yakko get to serve food.

Which also means he gets to see his cute boyfriend wearing a cute apron, but that’s neither here nor there.

Though, unfortunately, even with the pleasant distraction, he still finds himself constantly searching out his father in the hall, making sure he’s not doing anything to cause a scene.

By the time they get to the park, it’s getting dark, and the streetlamps are starting to light up.

“Wait, are you serious, you’ve never ice skated before?” Max asks incredulously.

Yakko shrugs, trying to not make a big deal out of it. “Not that I can remember. Maybe when I was little but, yeah, not really.”

“Wow, this is great. I finally get to teach you how to do something!” Max laughs, only for Yakko to shove his arm, playfully rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. How hard could it even be? It’s just walking with extra steps,” Yakko tells him as Max leads him over to the stall to rent skates.

They get him a pair, and get them laced up over his feet before Max is carefully guiding him out onto the rink.

“We’ll be out on the ice, dad!” Max says, looking back at his dad only to see him tangled up in his own laces.

“I’ll meet you out there, kids! Just as soon as I figure out these gosh darn laces.”

Max just looks away, running a hand down his face. “Yeah, okay, dad.”

He has much better things to think about than his dad embarrassing him. Like the way Yakko is holding onto his arm and shaking like a newborn deer in his skates.

“Okay, just step out onto the ice with me,” Max says in a sweet tone, which only makes Yakko roll his eyes.

“I’ve got it. Like I said, just walking with extra steps,” he repeats himself, stepping onto the ice only to face plant into Max’s chest. Immediately, his cheeks light up, and he looks up at Max’s smug grin. “Okay… more extra steps than I anticipated.”

“Whatever you say, ‘Ko,” Max tells him as he helps him stand back up on the skates. His legs continue to shake as Max leads them out a few more steps, trying to join the groups of people skating around in circles. “Just hold on tight and everything will be fine.”

Yakko rolls his eyes again, but his cheeks are still a bit red as Max helps him straighten out, his legs still shaking underneath him. “Yeah, sure, whatever you say, Maximilian.” But he does hold on to him, he doesn’t exactly want to fall in front of all of these people.

After a few moments, Yakko at least feels a bit more confident that he won’t fall on his tail, but not nearly confident enough to let go. He keeps a tight hold, letting Max lead him around the ice.

“Heyo, Maxie, here I come!” Max hears his dad call out behind him, looking over his shoulder to see his father with his skates on and coming out onto the ice.

“Oh no. Here we go,” Max mutters, but it seems out of place. As Goofy comes towards them, Yakko smiles.

“Wow, your dad is really good at skating, Max,” he tells him as the older Goof comes closer with practised moves. “Look, he can even do jumps.” Yakko’s smile is wide as he watches, and Max’s frown only deepens.

“Yeah, that’s how it always starts. C’mon, Yakko.” He tries to move a little faster, trying to put some distance between them and his father but Yakko’s still shaky movements slow him down.

“Why, lookit you, Yakko! You’re getting a quick hand of it!” Goofy calls up as he skates towards them. “Here, let me show ya’ a thing or two!” He smiles, reaching out to take Yakko’s hand.

Yakko’s eyes widen in surprise as he’s pulled away from Max and along with Goofy. Max can only look on with indignation, not wanting to yank his boyfriend back in case he falls.

“Hey! Dad! Cut it out!” He calls after them, speeding up as Goofy pulls Yakko across the ice.

“It’s alright, Maxie! He’s a natural.” Goofy smiles as he begins to spin, his hands caught in Yakko’s.

Yakko’s expression turns from nervous to excited as Goofy leads him in quick circles, letting out a laugh as they go.

Max only continues to call after them. “Dad, seriously, you’re going to fall!”

Goofy looks away from Yakko, over to Max. “Nonsense, Max! We got the hang of- WOAH!” Goofy’s skate hits a bump in the ice, sending him tumbling. He lets go of Yakko’s hand, and the other falls down onto the ice, landing on his tail and sliding a good few feet back.

Goofy continues tumbling, narrowly avoiding a few people before he reaches out for the handrail to catch himself. His hand only comes away with the string of lights strung to it, his body twisting and the coloured lights wrapping around him.

His fall ends with him hanging from the guardrail by the lights, doing his best to laugh it off.

“Hyuck, that’s gotta be one of my flashiest falls in a while,” he jokes, pointing to the now flickering lights.

Max, his eyes wide, skates over to Yakko’s side, leaning down to check him over.

“Yakko, are you okay? Are you hurt?” He asks, panic stricken as Yakko holds his head. It’s only a moment before he’s shaking the fall off but the worry stays on Max’s face.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Max, just a fall. It probably won’t be anything more than a little bruise on my tailbone,” he tells him, before his eyes move towards Goofy. “Is your dad alri-”

“Dad, are you serious? I told you that you needed to be careful! C’mon, Yakko.” He helps his boyfriend up off the ice, helping him over to the edge of the rink.

“I’m fine, Max, really,” he tries to reason, but Max continues off the rink trying not to look at his father as he untangles himself from the lights.

“Awe, c’mon, Maxie, it was just a-” He pauses as he falls out of the lights and lands on back. “A little accident. Promise,” he continues to say, but Max just rolls his eyes.

“Coming out here was an accident,” he says under his breath, Yakko looking up at him with a frown as they continue to walk back to the benches.

The car ride back to the house is quiet.

Max is sitting in the back with Yakko, staring out the window as he holds Yakko’s hand. Yakko looks between him and Goofy with a frown. Goofy only continues to drive, trying to smile at Yakko but clearly feeling the animosity from his son.

When they get back to the house, Goofy goes right into the kitchen to get started on Christmas dinner, giving his son time to cool off.

“We’ll show you a good ol’ fashioned Goof family dinner, Yakko! You’ll love it! Turkey with all the fixin's!”

“Yeah, along with all the disasters that make it a Goof specialty, I bet,” Max mutters under his breath, his mouth turned down in the same frown from the ice rink.

He’s only proven right as it gets to dinner time.

Goofy is armed with a fire extinguisher, smoke piling out of the oven and filling the room with a thick grey smoke.

“I got it kids, don’t you worry!” Goofy yells as he lets out another spray into the oven.

Max only rolls his eyes from his spot in the doorway as Yakko peeks out behind him, having been pushed behind the older boy when the fire alarms started to go off.

“God, I knew this was going to happen,” Max tells him as he looks towards the turkey that had been taken out of the oven. Blackened to a crisp. “We should have just ordered Chinese or something. That’s a little harder for you to mess up.”

His words are scathing, and Goofy can’t help but to look up. A frown on his face.

“Awe, c’mon, Maxie. I didn’t mean ta’-”

“Of course you didn’t mean to, but you still did! God, every Christmas is the same, it’s a wonder I even came home, let alone brought someone back with me! Can we not just have one normal Christmas? One with no injuries, no fires, no- no- No Goof-ups!” He gestures to the turkey. “One Christmas that you don’t ruin!?”

Goofy’s face is sad, but before he can reply, another voice pops up.

“What’s ruined?” Yakko asks, looking up at Max with a frown. “A turkey? Your stove? Who cares? Do you know how many turkeys I had at Christmas growing up? None, Max! Does that mean that my Christmas was ruined? It’s food, it doesn’t matter!” He moves, standing in front of Max, between him and his father.

“What matters is that we’re together. Or, at least, I thought that’s what mattered. You’ve been so busy convincing yourself that your dad is going to mess things up, that I feel like we’ve barely spent any time with each other. At the food bank you were distracted, at ice skating you were just plain upset, and now? Now you’re yelling at your dad over a turkey! Your dad, who has been trying so hard to make sure we have a good time, and looks like he would do absolutely anything for you! God, Max, do you even realize how lucky you are? How much I would give to have a dad that loves me half as much as your dad loves you? And you just throw it right back into his face! He’s not the one ruining Christmas, the only one doing that is you.”

Max flinches back at Yakko’s words, eyes wide for a moment as he thinks over the past two days. At how tense he’s been, trying to make sure that nothing bad happens, and about his reactions when things had gone wrong. And then, to how that must have looked to Yakko.

He must have looked like a spoiled brat.

His cheeks turn red as his eyebrows turn down, looking embarrassed and ashamed for what he’s done.

Slowly, his eyes turn up to Goofy, who takes a step forward.

“Now, now, I wouldn’t say that Maxie is ruining-”

“No, dad… I am.” Max cuts him off, his voice firm in his words as he looks away for a moment then back. “I am ruining things. I- I just get so caught up in my head, about wanting everything to go perfect but… it’s never going to be perfect. Not like that. Not because there’s nothing that goes wrong.” He lets out a sigh as his eyes go back down to Yakko. He takes his hands in his, holding them up to his chest.

“Yakko, I’m sorry that I’ve been acting like this. And that I ruined our first Christmas together,” he tells him, leaning down to press a kiss to his knuckles. Then he looks back up at his dad.

He releases Yakko’s hand, walking over to Goofy with a sad smile. “And I’m sorry that I’ve been acting like such a spoiled brat, dad. I guess I just… lost sight of what really matters..”

“Awe, shucks, Maxie.” Goofy smiles before opening his arms and pulling his son in for a hug. “We’re together, that’s all that matters to me.”

They stay like that for a moment, arms wrapped around one another in their disaster of a kitchen, before Yakko speaks again.

“Hey, if you pull back the skin the rest of the turkey is fine,” he tells them, leaning over the table and picking at the meal.

“Well, would’ya lookit that! Christmas is salvaged after all!” Goofy cheers as Max just sighs, looking over at his boyfriend with a smile.

“Yeah, I guess it is."

The next morning, after a feast of turkey, mashed potatoes and everything in between, Max and Goofy drive Yakko to the bus stop. Max had offered to bring him back home but Yakko wouldn’t let him drive three hours both ways on Christmas Eve just so that Yakko could get back a little faster. It’s only an hour difference by bus.

They get out of the car with him, Max pulling his bag out of the trunk before they walk him over to where the bus is loading.

Goofy smiles and immediately bundles him into a hug.

“It was real’ swell meetin’ ya’, Yakko!” He tells him, spinning him around once before he releases him back onto the ground.

“It was really nice meeting you too, Goofy,” he replies before he looks up and meets eyes with Max.

Goofy looks between the two of them and nods. “I’ll meet you in the car, Max.” He says before patting him on the back and making his way off.

Max offers a smile, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.

“Look, Yakko, I really am sorry that I made this Christmas such a disaster. I just got so nervous, and when I get nervous I get-”

“It’s alright, Max. Really. You apologised last night, and I know you mean it,” Yakko says before looking up with a smile. “And hey, all this really means is that you get to make it up to me next year, right?”

Max’s face brightens. “Wait, really?” He asks, and Yakko nods. “Really.” He tells him before he pushes himself up onto his toes to press a quick kiss against Max’s lips. As soon as they part, a Hyuck sounds from the others lips, immediately turning his cheeks pink while Yakko can only laugh and shake his head. “I’ll see you for New Years, Max,” he tells him before turning and loading into the bus, ready to get back to spend Christmas with his siblings.

#yax #yakko warner #max goof #animaniacs #disney #warner bros #a goofy movie #yakko/max #yakko warner/max goof #christmas #tw christmas #my writing

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edupunkn00b · 2 years ago

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French Kiss: Tale of the Revolution, Ch. 12: Au Milieu de la Nuit

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The oversized, over-posh chamber had grown steadily colder as Janus prepared for bed. Its high ceilings and the stone walls and floors rapidly bled away all the residual warmth of the day, first from the heat of the sun, then from the collective body heat of the small army of servants who toiled to prepare this private chamber. The bed alone was likely too large to fit in the room he shared with Logan, and that space managed to hold their cots, two writing desks, coal stove, tiny wardrobe and dresser.

The enormous gossamer-curtained bed had been piled high with now-chilled satin pillows and bunting, and a plush but cold satin duvet. He shivered in his nest of blankets, longing for the insulating power of rough-woven wool or even linen. He’d spent several minutes fumbling in the near dark for a tinderbox, but the room appeared to have been summer-ized, with mosquito netting at the ready for the windows and the flue clamped shut. Any tinderbox once supplied to the room had either been nicked by a guest looking for a souvenir or hidden away to prevent such pilferage.

And so, he’d lain awake for a long time, shivering under the summer-weight satin sheets and bed coverings, cursing his tendency to run cold. And trying not to think about how warm the Prince’s skin might feel pressed against his under those chilled sheets. It wouldn’t be cold for long…

Rolling over, he squeezed his eyes shut and recited part of Logan’s latest pamphlet to himself to lull himself to sleep.

He must have eventually drifted off, because his eyes snapped open, heart pounding in his chest. The stars outside the window were different, but only the echo of whatever noise had roused him was left in the room. A fire log snapped in the fireplace and he relaxed back into the bed, some half-aware part of his mind recognizing the sound.

Fire log? Still fuzzy with sleep, Janus finally registered the room had grown much warmer and the bedding in front of him was cast in dancing light and shadows. He pushed aside a pillow and saw roaring flames in the fireplace, and a tall man crouched in front of it, quietly tending the flames with an iron poker. The Prince.

Janus began to sit up, but slid back down, pulling the blanket closer. With the scarred side of his face pressed firmly against the pillow, he called out in a quiet voice. “Your Royal Highness?” Remus stood and smiled at him. Even in the shadows, though, Janus couldn't miss the sadness in his eyes. “Remus,” he amended, and the prince's face bloomed.

“I did not intend to disturb your sleep, mon douceur.” He opened a hidden compartment in the wall, retrieved more wood and placed it on the fire. Before he closed it, Janus spotted a half dozen cords of wood opposite long shelves filled with linens and toiletries. “I merely wanted to ensure you would be warm." Remus bowed his head. "We had quite a temperature drop tonight.”

“It’s difficult to remember the heat of the day,” he smiled and began to sit up. Janus stopped himself before lifting his face from the pillow with a little sigh. The prince had a way of making him feel safe, comfortable. So comfortable he nearly forgot himself. “It was very kind of you to think of me,” he finally said.

Remus remained near the fireplace but turned to face him completely. “Ah, mon douceur, you could not leave my thoughts if I tried,” he smiled. Janus shivered again, the room was warmer but now that he was awake, his body wasted no time informing him just how cold it had gotten. It seemed the prince noticed. “There’s another blanket there, if you—” He took a half step forward and bit his lip.

It was then that his face left the shadows cast by the mantle and Janus finally could see his hair and his face clearly. The prince’s skin was smooth and little tanned at his forehead and cheeks and nose, his lips full and thick even without the aid of rouge. His hair was dark and wavy and looked softer than the satin sheets Janus clung to.

“Would you like me to help?” Remus finally asked as he stepped closer.

“Ah, no, thank you…” Janus tried to reach for the blanket without lifting up from the pillow.

Remus’ voice was soft. “Mon douceur?” He smiled and approached the bed even as Janus pressed deeper into the pillow. “You needn’t hide yourself, mon douceur.” He was still smiling when Janus looked up from the corner of his eye. Janus could live in the shelter of his smile. “You were facing the other direction when I first came in. Forgive me, I saw your scar.” He knelt on the floor next to the bed. “You needn’t hide from me.”

Mortified the Crown Prince, the Dauphin himself, knelt on the floor at his bedside, Janus stammered and shifted over on the bed. “Y—your Highness, you shouldn’t—” He patted the wide expanse next to him. “Sit, please, your—Remus.”

Chuckling quietly, Remus sat down facing him. “I believe I am your Remus.” He offered his hand and when Janus reached for him with his unblemished one. Remus lifted his hand, bowing low to brush a kiss against his knuckles. “Mon douceur, you are breathtaking without your makeup.”

Janus met his eyes. Whether or not his scar could ever be seen as anything other than a disfigurement, Remus believed he spoke the truth. Swallowing hard, he slowly sat up and turned to face Remus completely.

“Now I can see all of you,” Remus smiled and slid closer, both feet still touching the floor. “You are breathtakingly beautiful, mon douceur. You need not hide.” He held Janus’ gaze and reached out to stroke the scarred side of his face. Before he touched him, though, he asked, brow furrowed in concern. “Does it hurt?” Janus thought of the dozens of times the prince had stroked his face powder-concealed cheeks and he guessed Remus was, as well.

“No,” Janus answered his hidden question. “You haven’t hurt me.” His hands were still folded in his lap, but this close, he could see the true color in Remus’ cheeks, his skin that looked so touchably soft. “May I?” he whispered, raising his own hand closer to the prince’s face.

He nodded rapidly and leaned closer. Remus’ eyes fluttered shut when Janus stroked his cheek, fingertips following the curve of his jaw and his cheekbone. The sensation traveled up Janus’ arm and he drew his hand down over Remus’ neck, across the collarbone until it rested, palm flat and fingers splayed against Remus' chest. The scars on the back of Janus' hand were clearly visible.

“Your hands are beautiful,” Remus whispered and moved closer, a breath away. “All of you is beautiful,” he murmured as he nuzzled gently against his forehead and gently kissed the top edge of his scar. He pulled back until their eyes could meet. “You never have to hide from me, mon douceur.”

Janus kept his hand pressed against Remus’ chest, the steady thrum beating a rhythm through his body. He felt like Remus was waiting for him to say something, but after a long moment, the prince simply smiled and kissed his lips.

“Tell me, mon douceur, whatever happened to the little Parisian boy whose father died in the war?” He turned and sat up next to Janus, back leaning against the plush headboard. His arm lifted, an invitation for Janus to curl against his side. Janus quickly complied and pulled the covers up over Remus’ lap. “The one who tried to steal from the church? Can you tell me more?”

Remus smiled down at him, and stroked his scarred cheek. “I want to learn all about him.”

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Thin yellow light flickered from the lamp on Logan’s tiny writing desk. The oil was low. In reality, all that burned was the last bit soaked into the wick, the lamp well nearly dry. Hunched over the repurposed play bills a patched wool blanket drawn tight around his shoulders, Logan wrote in hurried, cramped script, fitting as many words as he could in the small amount of lamp oil and rationed paper and ink he had left.

Tomorrow, he might be able to purchase a bit more ink and… once he finished this draft, he could safely take a fresh sheet. Lamp oil? That would have to wait another two days until he received his paltry stipend from the Church. When word reached the Diocese he was writing again, the Bishop was quick to offer him a few francs a month. All to take care of their own, he’d murmured, the implicit threat clear. Preach again, and he’d lose everything.

Ignoring the chill in the room and the stiffness in his hand, Logan lost himself in the flow of words. He scratched out a sentence, his mind already forming his next argument. How to phrase that? “Janus?” he said aloud, “What is a better word for forl—” His voice fell away. Janus was not there. His neatly made bed was cold and empty.

Were this an ordinary evening, by this hour, Janus would have complained that Logan’s light was keeping him awake. And Logan would have sighed and grumbled that if he had any hope of finishing this treatise, this pamphlet, this speech in time, he must continue writing. In truth, they both knew Janus’ complaints were solely meant to cajole Logan to sleep at a reasonable hour. Janus would insist. And Logan would comply. He'd put a few more coals in the tiny stove to warm their shared space, then retire to his bed.

It was remarkable how much colder the small stonewalled room was when he was the only occupant.

The lamp flickered out and Logan sat in the darkness for a long while, watching the coal stove’s faint red glow fade. Finally, he felt for the ink bottle and secured its stopper. He left his treatise where it was on the desk. It would be smart to let the ink dry, anyway.

He stood and tucked his chair under the desk, found his bed in the dark, then peeled back the icy sheets and lay down. “Good ni—” Logan’s habits betrayed him for a second time that night. With a disgusted huff, he rolled over and recited 1 Corinthians 13 until the horizon bloomed with a narrow slice of pink and sleep finally took him.

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krakrac · 3 months ago

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hi! day, bling and change for any of your OCs pretty please ^^

day: What does your OC wear on a normal day? Why do they default to those clothes? Do they wear similar things, or do they change it up?

This is universal for almost all of my OCs and people on Kélas in general: most people own a so-called Damsetian tunic (which is the tunic which my OCs wear in most of my drawings) with its high collar. It can be made with various fabrics based on region and it comes in a lot of types for any weather and in different lengths and colors. There are two main variations – with sleeves (short or long) and sleeveless.

A shirt is worn under this tunic, usually linen, but they come in a lot of variations as well, some for warmer, some for colder weather, some as an undergarment and some as a piece of clothing that can be worn on its own.

Coats and especially cloaks are very common and are used either for warmth or against rain and wind.

The most popular hats are winter hats similar to ushankas. Fairly common are also vaguely cowboy looking hats that are widespread mainly in the Amar Steppes.

I haven't thought about pants and shoes much, so there is nothing interesting about them as of now.

Of course each culture has its own additional pieces of clothing (and some have nothing to do with the Damsetian tunic at all, especially the southernmost and northernmost cultures), but the above basically describes what Nyr and Yrsk wear on a daily basis.

I could also yap about uniforms of the Leiki's Knights but I'll probably show it instead some other day because I have the design for those more or less done.

bling: What jewelry does your OC wear? Does it have any meaning?

I'm not a fan of jewelry myself so I literally just forget that it exists which results in only like two OCs wearing jewelry 😭 Hara wears it mainly because it is common in her culture, Rasanian people are basically the backbone of this kind of stuff as huge amount of jewelry in all of Kélas was made in Rasan.

The other OC is Rivalis which is not surprising given she is a queen of the Empire. She actually doesn't really care about it, she dresses up and wears shiny jewelry just because her status more or less requires it and she loves to be the beautiful, stunning and godly ruler to her people.

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

Oh well >:) *rubs hands*

First Yrsk, he had to change wardrobe completely after Yarhaq, his swordplay teacher, took him to Sorka for training. Not only is the culture there completely different, even the land itself is as different from his homeland as it can be. So he wore clothes fit for desert and the scorching sun, which he wasn't the biggest fan of, but the clothing itself he actually liked, especially how it flew in the wind.

Nyr significantly changed clothing once for like a week, against his will and he HATED every second of it. Heartbreaking – poor autistic boy was forced to wear luxurious clothes whose texture drove him crazy 💔💔 I fucking love thinking about this one, I would've never thought that I could psychologically torture my OCs with clothing.

#thanks for the ask:]#kélas #oc: nyr #oc: yrsk #oc: hara #oc: rivalis

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emmy-writes-sometimes · 4 years ago

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Be My Baby

Summary: You finally have ‘the talk’ with Henry.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x female reader

Warnings: Age gap, alcohol consumption, extreme fluff

You were more nervous that night than you had ever been in your life. You were finally having the talk with Henry. Or you thought you were going to. The boyfriend/girlfriend, what are we, where do you think we’re going talk. You had planned to go to a brewery that he liked and he’d wanted to show you, which seemed tame enough, and then it would probably end like always - a kiss at the door that would always turn into just a little bit more, no matter how tired he said he was.

“Okay, how do I look? Girlfriend material?” You asked your roommate as you put your earrings in, satisfied with your outfit after literal hours of trying to choose. Henry was just so, Henry - always put together, no matter how long he’d spent on set or how early he’d had to get up. That was one thing that you loved about him. He was honest about being exhausted, but he was always willing to go on whatever adventure you asked him to.

“Definitely,” your roommate giggled. You fixed your hair again until you heard your phone chime and Henry’s text said he was waiting outside. You quickly made your way down to the street and across it, seeing him flash his lights. His window rolled down and he smiled at you. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered for the first time since the last time he’d seen you.

“You look fantastic,” he said as you got in the car. You felt your skin get hot, hoping he wouldn’t be able to tell, as you shut the door back. He turned to you and gave you a single sweet kiss, one that only broke as he smiled.

“So do you,” you said. “How was set?”

“I almost died only once,” he replied, holding his hand out. His knuckles were bandaged up, probably from getting cut by a sword.

“Oh my God, Henry!”

“It’s really nothing. The adrenaline just got me and I didn’t hear the c-word, so I didn’t stop.” He laughed at himself, shaking his head. You took his hand and rubbed your thumb over his knuckle, feeling the way he relaxed into your hold.

“Your hands are freezing, too, why don’t you turn your heat on?”

“Because I don’t want to have to charge my car.” You rolled your eyes, but giggled.

“First world problems, Henry. A week ago I wasn’t even sure I could pay for noodles.” That made him laugh, too. You knew he was obscenely rich from his movies and the show he was doing, but it was more of a funny joke between the two of you than anything that he was the rich guy and you were the poor, just out of university student. You’d met at a friend’s wedding a month and a half ago and he’d asked you out right then and there. You just... worked together, even though you weren’t really together. There were a few years between you, yes, and that had worried you at first. And you’d found out from walking in on your roommate watching the Witcher that Henry was an actor - he’d mentioned athletics and his brothers being in the military, so through your first date you assumed he’d done something like that. You didn’t have too much in common, but you found each other’s lives fascinating.

“You should’ve come to my house, I have so much food for one person and I need to stop eating it all.” You took his hand as he drove, your conversation quieting as you listened to the bad 80′s rock that Henry was listening to over the radio. You arrived in just a few minutes and got your drinks, finding a place to sit down. Your dates in the past had always sat across from you, but Henry always wanted to sit beside you. So you took a seat together on one of the couches facing a fire pit and drank, just catching up and talking. You didn’t get to see each other very much during the week except the occasional FaceTime call while he was bored in wardrobe and you weren’t doing anything at work.

The brewery played all 60′s music for some reason, and you weren’t mad. You listened to it a little as you drank, tuning out as Henry relayed one of the fight scenes out to you. You melted into pure giggles and curled slightly into his body when you realized that it was getting colder outside and your pumpkin beer was dwindling. The night was actually somewhat quiet - the fire in front of you burned and the air was slightly chilly and you knew that when you would arrive home that night you would be in a fog.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” Henry started as he put his beer down on the little table in front of you, leaning back to then put his arm around your shoulder again.

“Hm?” You sat up a little bit, looking at him. One of his curls had fallen out and was astray on his forehead, and you squeezed your thumb into your fist to avoid pushing it up and possibly making things awkward.

“I like you a lot. A lot.” You grinned.

“I like you too, Henry.” He smiled at you saying his name. That was always a trigger for him - he always, always smiled when you said his name.

“And I know things are kind of complicated because of my job, and yours, but I kind of... don’t really care.” You giggled.

“Don’t care?” You asked, lifting your eyebrows.

“I mean, I don’t care about how complicated it is. I like you and I want to keep doing this. And it sounds incredibly juvenile coming out of my mouth while Be My Baby is playing, but will you be my girlfriend?”

“Of course, Cavill,” you matched the beam on his face, but you couldn’t quite match the dimples on his cheeks and you couldn’t understand how you got this far with someone so... him. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and let it go, allowing you to put your head on his shoulder.

“You’re okay with, everything, I guess, right? The photos and the...”

“It’ll be weird. But it’s worth you.” He took a pause.

“No one’s ever said that before,” he said as his smile faded. “Everyone’s always put up with it, but nobody’s... said it’s worth it.”

“I would do whatever running challenge you’re constantly talking about if it meant spending time with you, and you know how much I hate running.” His lips turned into a smile again and he put his hand on your thigh, squeezing it.

“You do hate running. But I promise, you could really benefit if you just, once a week...” Your conversation turned to other things but you were still reeling from his question, your insides feeling as if a rainbow had sprouted from your toes.

The brewery eventually closed, but you didn’t want to say goodbye. Neither did he. And you mentioned that you didn’t have to be anywhere the next day, so you went back to his house. You’d been there before, and you’d met his dog before, but it seemed a little different. A little more homey now that you knew that you were truly welcome there.

You took up his offer to borrow a shirt so you could change out of your nicer clothes, and in a few minutes the two of you were curled up on the couch. One of his hands was on you, the other on Kal’s head, as you watched some old movie he’d picked out. You didn’t care what it was, you were just eager to be in his arms.

“You’re gonna fall asleep,” he chuckled as you made yourself comfortable.

“I know. Wake me up when the movie’s over.” He let out a huff and put both of his arms around you, allowing you to fall asleep anyway. He eventually shook you awake.

“I didn’t mean to actually fall asleep.”

“I know. Let’s get you home.” You both sat up and you grabbed your clothes, too tired to really care that you were wearing your own bottoms but his top still, and went back out to his car. He turned the heat on high, toward you, and once again his hand made its way into yours.

“Be safe driving back,” you said as you started to get out of his car. He leaned toward you and kissed you, slowly but sweetly, and broke into a smile again.

“If you’re free tomorrow, you know where to come.” You smiled.

“Oh, you know I will.” You got out and walked into your apartment, trying not to wake your roommate up. The next morning, you awoke with a text from Henry - Hope you slept well! Now give me my shirt back 😉

A/N: I know this is short, but I had the idea and wanted to get it up!

Taglist: I’m starting over with my taglist, so if you’d like to be added send me an ask and I will add you!

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rosy-wooyoung · 4 years ago

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It’s gonna be okay | p. sh

Pairing - boyfriend! Seonghwa x fem! reader Genre - mostly angst with a dash of fluff at the end, comforting Word count - 1.7k Warnings - stress, anxiety, [quite] dark thoughts, Seonghwa comforting the reader Songs I listened to while writing - worldstar money - joji / pluto projector - rex orange county / numb - xxxtentacion / slow dancing in the dark - joji

Leaning your forearms against the railing of your balcony, you watch the sunset as the wind softly blows your baby hairs away from your face. You deeply sigh, now feeling numb as you’ve cried for the past hours or so, you lost any notion of time. You were under a lot of stress and managing it wasn’t your strongest point. Heavy thoughts travelled in your brain, preventing you from relaxing and breathing properly. You pass your hands on your face, stopping in your hair as you contemplate your life choices and events. You shake your head in despair as your mind only brings up the negative points, tears welling in your eyes for the nth time tonight, almost surprising you that you still managed to cry with the number of tears that you’ve already shed since you came home. Closing your eyes, you breathe out and clench your jaw, trying to keep the tears in your eyes.

Nothing feels right. You are trying your best, yet you’re doing your worst job possible. You wish there were instructions on how to succeed in life and be happy, but it wouldn’t be so fun if everything were ruled and guided. You see your friends, relatives, siblings succeeding at life and you’re just here, stuck with your anxiety, struggles and worries. Everyone keeps telling you that everything will get better, but you’re starting to slowly lose hope. It feels like you’ve tried enough, you’ve given everything you had, yet nothing goes your way. And it’s still going now. Your mother keeps telling you over the phone that it’s faith, that you need to get through this to get stronger, and that everything will be okay, but you’ve stopped believing her a few months ago.

You don’t even bother wiping the tears off your cheeks, letting the wind dry them. You are too tired to even do the simplest action ever; raising your hand and drag it on your face to wipe the salty water off your cold skin. You sigh another time, deeper and opened your eyes again, the sleepiness in your body making you slightly dizzy. You observe a black car driving in the underground garage of your building, sirens resonated against the city’s buildings as you started to pick at your skin around your nails. This was a habit of yours when you were stressed and anxious, and, let’s be honest, your fingers have never been so damaged. Nails ruined, uneven, bloody skin surrounding them, small chunks of healing skin will be gone in a few seconds since another wave of stress was about to crash onto you.

Bringing a finger to your mouth to bite on the skin, a hand delicately wraps itself around your wrist, stopping you from doing any movement. The other arm rested on your waist, wrapping itself around it.

“Darling,” the low voice of your boyfriend resonates in your left ear. Turning around, you are met with concerned hazel eyes. Seonghwa drags the hoodie off your head, hair twirling around as he sets it free. His eyes landed into yours, as if they were trying to take the worries off your shoulders. You feel tears rolling down your cheeks as you look at him, finding a bit of solace and comfort in his presence.

He knows all about your stress. He tries his hardest to make you feel better, but even at times, his love and support aren’t powerful enough to help you think about something else. He doesn’t beat himself up because of it, he rather learns from it. He gives you space, welcomes you with open arms when you’re violently crying. He’s just here, being a rock for you when you need it. He has felt defeated a lot of times, but he remained strong for you. He knew that he is your anchor, you must not give up, and your boyfriend doesn’t want to let you down.

It’s something that never crossed his mind, not even once. Seonghwa wants to help you becoming happy again, he misses the genuine, innocent smiles you used to give him at the beginning of your relationship when everything was still going well. He takes your hand in his, - the one that is the most damaged -, and raises it to his mouth. His lips linger on the back of your hand, finally putting an end to the long kiss before looking back at you. You sigh and sniffle, pursing your lips to stifle another cry that hurt your chest.

“It’s okay to cry, Y/N, you know that you won’t get a reward for bottling all up,” Seonghwa slowly drags you to his chest, feeling his shirt getting wet as your tears kept falling from your eyes. “It’s okay to have darker days,” he whispers against your head as he softly soothes your back, bringing his hand up and down your spine. “But I’m tired of life!” you scream, but it is muffled by his chest, your body heaving up and down in his embrace, “I’m tired of living, of people telling me that it’s going to be alright, I’m tired of life throwing me obstacles and problems all the time, I wish I could get even a day of feeling great! I wish I could get better at everything,” your voice dies down as you end your sentence, your arms fall dangling, too weak to even do something. Seonghwa rubs your back soothingly, but it was to no avail, your cries wouldn’t die down.

"I know Y/N. I know your struggles, I see and hear about them. I wish I could do more about it, it hurts me to see you so much in pain, but I still love you. I know it might not help, but I’m staying by your side during those hard times and even after, we’re going to get through this together, I promise. You have my entire support. Even if it takes months, I won’t leave you all alone.” He takes a break from talking as your cries increase, your hands now fisting his brown t-shirt. “You’re not alone, I promise to help you as much as I can. It punches me in the heart whenever you’re in pain, I want to help you get better as quickly as possible. It’s hard to see you constantly suffering, but you only get stronger after all of this.” “Don’t you think I’ve endured enough? Don’t you think I’m tired of constantly living in pain, feeling like I’m getting dragged by life?” you whisper against his chest, feeling frustration building up in your heart. “Of course you are tired of this. You went through a lot but look at yourself, honey. You are much stronger than at the beginning of the year. You might not see it, but I do. You put up with a lot more than before, I promise that you are a lot tougher than before. Don’t lose hope, you’ve come already so far, you don’t want to give up now. You’re a strong girl, my strong girl, and we’re going to get you back onto your feet as quickly as possible, alright? Even if it takes time, I’ll help you,” you don’t say anything, so he caresses the back of your head and hums, as to ask you to confirm. You nod, but tears still roll down your cheeks, your eyes getting bloodier as you let your sadness invade your body.

“Promise that you won’t give up?” he asks, showing his pinkie to you. You weakly smile at the childish behaviour of your boyfriend but did it anyway. “As long as you stay by my side, I won’t give up,” you say as your voice come out groggily from crying, and Seonghwa leant in, delicately kissing you on the forehead. “I promise you that I won’t. Come on, let’s go inside now, it’s getting colder,” the sun had set a couple of minutes ago and the wind was getting stronger. You followed your boyfriend as he opened the glass sliding door to your living room. You welcome the warmth of the area with a sigh, sniffling as Seonghwa kept holding your hand. He draws you to the bathroom and opened the cabinet above the sink, grabbing a band-aids box. He gently smiles at you as he grabs the tube of antiseptic cream, dabbing some on your bloody fingers. You faintly grimace as it burns your cuts, making Seonghwa kiss your cheek before wiping the remaining of your tears away.

Once he finished wrapping every tip of your damaged fingers in bandages, he grabs your hand and strolls to your shared bedroom where he sits you on the bed before going to his wardrobe. He got out a pastel yellow hoodie, one of his item of clothing that you loved the most. He then walks back to you, unfolding it, sweetly ordering you to take off your sweater. After obeying, he passes his over your head, helping you stick your arms through the sleeves, dragging the fabric over your body. He sits on the bed with you, takes off his shirt and put on a pair of sweatpants before gesturing you to lay down, resting comfortably by your side.

“You need to rest now, tomorrow is another day, okay?” you nod and close your eyes, the laundry scent on your boyfriend’s hoodie already making you feel safe. Carefully, he wraps his arm over your waist and draws you to him, your face finding its spot back on his chest. You breathe in against his skin as you can catch the remaining of his perfume that he spritzed his shirt with this morning. “Thank you, Hwa,” you mumble, and his hand goes to your hair, fingers carding through a few wild strands as you can hear him softly chuckle. “It’s alright princess, you don’t have to thank me for any of this,” he murmurs and kisses your temple, keeping on massaging your scalp. He barely even has time to wish you goodnight that you cuddle further into his chest, the action in your hair and his body warmth bringing you enough peace to fall asleep in his arms, forgetting your worries for a few hours. Seonghwa slightly chuckles as he suddenly hears your regular breathing patterns, your exhaustion finally took over you, his hand soothingly working at the shallow end of your back. “Everything will get better, I promise.” He whispers, looking at you sleeping for a few seconds before closing his eyes, falling asleep in no time as well.

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myfeetkeepdancing · 4 years ago

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KoH!Tom x Male Reader Blurb

A/N: In the past few weeks I’ve been playing this game called Hades, and completely and utterly fell in love with Zagreus 😍 I mean... Look at him... I couldn’t help myself and envisioned Tom in such attire. And so this short blurb was born.

Forgive me! I can’t stop thinking about it! I’ll go back to regular content soon 😉

Words: 2404

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Moist and warmth roll after you the moment you first set foot from underneath the shower. The colder air immediately nipping at your exposed skin. But nothing beats a refreshing warm shower to start the day. With a quick rinse of your towel, you slap around your waist and turn into your room. You open your wardrobe in search of underwear. It had to be there somewhere.

Rummaging through as you sense an odd tingle, a jolt shooting up along your spine. Something close to a shiver. But it wasn't the cold fresh air getting a grip on your naked body.

"Hmmm… That's a good look on you (Y/N)." A voice, somewhat deep and teasing, sounds behind you. Followed by a sinister chuckle. "I like it..."

"Holy-!" You jump scare, turning around on the balls of your heel, covering your mouth with one hand. Keeping you from blurting out any more. You blinked once, twice, and thrice. But your eyes didn't deceive you. "What the…?!" Your other hand caught the towel just in time. Taking a step backward, bumping into your wardrobe butt first. Almost letting the towel fall to the floor again.

A mischievous smile and eyes sparkling as you had never seen before stared directly into yours. It captivated you. The way he seated himself on the edge of your bed, with such calm and ease. Lounging like he owns the place. It's unnerving. "Yes…" He says, tilting his head to the side. "Yes… You should walk around like that more often." His smile broadened with contempt as he eyed your naked form, top to bottom.

"Wh-..." Your lips move, but no sounds come from your throat. It takes your mind a few seconds to comprehend what was happening and get yourself together. "How'd you get into my house?!" You ask, somewhat aggravated while shaking your head and trying to blink away the image before you. But to no avail. He was as real as they get. "Is this some kind of joke? Who the hell are you?"

"You don't recognize me?" He says, raising an eyebrow.

"No, of course I don't! If I would, I'd reacted differently!"

"That's fair." He nodded. "You know…" He grunted lightly. "I don't have much… time-..." Speaking with a slight interval in his sentence... "-...in this mortal realm of yours."

"Mortal… realm?" You reply, annoyed, eyeing the shirt from the corner of your eye. It lay crumpled together on the closet, within arm's length. "Speak up. You're freaking me the fuck out."

"(Y/N). I'm here with good intentions. Only took me some time, years actually-..." Raking his fingers absentmindedly through his hair. "-to find you." His smile was contagious. Something about it, the way he wanted your attention, it cooled your sudden anger. "You hid well (Y/N)."

"I didn't… I'm here. Always have been. Just... tell me what's going on. And… what are you wearing?" Eyeing the very much revealing attire he wore.

"I only need a little bit of your time." He pursed his lips into a small smile. "You can start by calling me Tom." The way he spoke his name had a certain ring to it. Like a tug at the back of your mind. A tingling running up your spine. A ring of familiarity. The way he looks at you, as if he's searching for a reaction. Your guts feel rearranged, entangled in something you haven't felt before. Your eyes are drawn to him. And the more you give your eyes the time to look. The more you want to. Something pulls you to him.

The man sitting in front of you was truly something. You had never seen anything quite like it before. He is broad, muscular, a physique you've only seen in the movies. The muscles were big and tempting to look at, the way they tensed and relaxed under his movement. The man himself wore not much more than you did. From his shoulder ran some sort of a robe—an unusual style of clothing. What you can see are two layers of cloth— both of stark contrast to one another yet satisfying to the eye: a deep dark crimson red and the other black, as dark as night. The black one covered most of his body. Its edges were ornated with a gray line and odd symbols. The second red layer sat atop the black one. Both running slanted from the shoulder downwards to the belt, covering half his chest and stomach. It ended up tucked underneath the belt, and the remaining of the cloth covered his waist and that which sat beneath. He wore no pants, nor shoes. He is just like you… scarcely dressed.

This clothing reminded you of the Greeks and their Gods. The robes hang loosely from his figure, thus showing a lot of his physique. This much skin, bare and about, was confronting at first. And you can't help but stare. It all fitted so well together. The lines, curves, and shapes all coalesce together perfectly. He's like one of those statues you see in a museum. He's stunning. Perfection. In every possible way. Sculpted like, through, and by the Gods themselves. His chest is big, with one pec in the open. Down that smooth and galant line of his robe showed the smooth ridges and valleys of muscles. It displayed much, and the man seemed to hold his physique with pride and confidence. As he slowly leaned to the other side, giving you more to look at what was hiding underneath. It's breathtaking to gaze upon.

You only notice as you try to peel your eyes off of him. The room itself seemed darker, intensifying the colors he somehow emitted. You don't understand any of it at all. But it draws your eye. And it keeps your attention. It's so random, and yet… satisfying to watch. Your eyes slide upwards to the source of light, past the exposed collarbones and strong neck leading to his head.

It illuminated the small space surrounding him. A hue of orange, yellow and red cast upon the wall, dancing like flames. There was no draft in the room. Yet small laurels, ember bright and glowing, detached from the wreath that wrapped around his hair. Once detached, it twirled up into the air and slowly burned out like a cinder from a fire—curling and twisting into itself before disappearing into thin air.

"Did something caught your eye?" He taunts with a seducing twist in his voice. "Is it my clothing?" Running his hand along the lining, down from his hip to his shoulder. The way he did was almost like a tease. As his hand ended up at his shoulder, he pulled the cloth back into position. It looked regal again. Almost official. Yet it felt like foreplay. You wanted to see more. It's as if he knew. "Or what's underneath?" He continued with a grin spreading across his face.

"I… don't know." You stammered, licking your lips nervously. Feeling your cheeks color with blushes. "I haven't… seen something… or someone… like this… before." Your heart raced inside your cavity. Blood pressure rising. "I'm pretty sure…"

"Take a good look." He leaned forward, allowing the cloth to slowly slide from his shoulder again. Giving you more to absentminded gaze at again. "You had something similar." Reaching underneath the layered fabric to scratch his chest, breaking your line of sight. In response, shooting your eyes back into his. "But I've always preferred this…" Eyeing your bare naked body again.

With two fingers, he dismissively gestures towards the shirt you were reaching for. But completely forgot once your eyes and mind were occupied elsewhere. "No need for that."

You jerk your head towards the shirt as it spontaneously bursts into raging flames. Consuming it at a rapid pace. You release a yelp, afraid the fire might catch something else. But within a blink or two, the shirt had burned up without affecting the rest. The ashes dwindling away from existence with a gust of sudden air out of nowhere. "Wh-...?"

"You look mighty fine as is." He said. "I suggest you don't open any drawers for... more clothing." He groans again, holding his midriff, trying to get himself together. "Now…" He continued with his dark seducing voice. "Did something come back to you? When you… looked."

"Holy shit… !" You curse loudly. "Y-Your… You're some kind of… God?"

"Something like that." He smirked. "But far from holy." Rising to his feet with his arms hanging beside him. He seemed to be on the short side, but now you finally got to see the whole picture. The real proportions and volume of his muscle now really began to show. His abs and chest. Veins running on his lower arms. "Think (Y/N)." He pressed on. Pulling you from your daydreaming again. "Can you remember anything?" He actually looked menacing. As he stood up, the belt around his waist came into view. Panic suddenly hits you as you notice various white stones with carved smiling skulls depicted on his belt.

"No-No-No!" You hold out one hand, trying to keep him at bay. While the other barely held the towel in place and your back pressed against the wardrobe. "I… I don't remember! Please!? I don't! Please?! J-Just… just leave me be!"

"(Y/N)..." The way your name rolled from his mouth. With such calm and coolness. The way he carried himself, step by step. Careful and slowly. "Nothings going to happen to you. On the contrary..." He said, stepping even closer to you. "I'm going to help you." His voice had a peaceful and reasonable tone. You automatically lower your arm as he comes in reach. Something withholds you from touching him.

"I… don't… W-With what...? With what... are you going to help?" You feel your hairs rise, the air stock in your throat. He was so close.

"You..." He hesitated for a moment. Clearly rethinking what he was about to say. "I need... you back…" His breathing got hampered. "And it's… Please… (Y/N)...Nnggh…" he groaned as he averted his eyes. His entire body shook for a moment before returning his gaze. "Listen…" Taking one final step forward. Making the whole conversation up close and personal. "My time here is… s-short… and I want you to show something." His eyes draw you in. You hang to each and every word that falls from his lips. So close, he's even more impressive to look at.

"I… I... don't understand..." You stammer, watching him with big eyes. "I've always been here… And… never knew you?" With every fleeting moment of silence, and your eyes captivated by his, you begin to feel caught between the wardrobe and him. If you could move, you maybe would. But somehow, you didn't. Only the tingling sensation on your thighs snapped you out of glaring at him. You look down, past your fingers holding the towel, and panic hits you again. The orange and red glow of sundering flame reflected in your eyes. Slowly consuming the towel. "What are you doing?!" Your eyes dart up and down from the towel to him. "Tom! Talk to me!"

"I'll... help you… remember." Before you manage to react, two fingers lift you by your chin. It's him. Even closer. Standing merely inches away from you. You meet his eyes up close, and for the first time are truly realizing the beautiful features of his face. It's gorgeous. The angles, the lines. The proportions, they match perfectly. Drowning in his eyes. They're deep and meaningful. And there's something in his eyes you have never seen before with anyone before.

Words fall short from your mouth as he moves closer. Ghosting dangerously close to your lips

"You'll soon... r-re...member what… once... w-was." He whispers, almost like a spell, it captures you. Tantalizing you. His breath fanning across your skin. "Fr...agments. Glimpses-s... of the… past." A reassuring smile was more than enough.

"C-Can't… you tell me?"

"It doesn't work that way…" He grunted. "You'll understand soon enough."

"I… I… Tom?"

"Close... your eyes..." He interjected. Slightly tilting his head to the side.

"And if I don't…"

The touch of his lips upon yours sets things in motion you had never experienced before. Your eyes closed as he said you should, and you follow in the motion. The soft, warm cushions of his lips dancing against yours. It's slow at first. With both his hands cupping your cheek. He has full control. He knows what he's doing.

The conversation must have taken only several minutes. But your body has cooled down quickly. And you only notice that once his lips are sealed with yours. Like the morning sun touching upon your skin. A fireplace coming to life again. A spark igniting what once was. This glowing sensation boiling from deep within you. A warmth is flowing through you. A jolt of life dashing through you. You feel alive. Better. Stronger.

It's unheard of.

"I… I… w-will… return…" He grunted against your lips. "And I… I'll… keep… d-d-doing… this…-" Until his lips part, resting his forehead against yours. The brush of his fingers, stroking along your cheek. "-Until… y-you… remember…”

Your eyes shoot wide open. A gasp of air sucked into your lungs brings you back once more. Your vision scans left and right throughout the room. The light hitting your eyes again. But the visage of the man was gone. One hand holding onto your member, no towel in sight. You pull back the other hand in surprise, hanging there mid-air before you, as if reaching out for something or someone. You swallow the lump in your throat as the images flashed through your mind again. But it's vague, distant, and ...new?

A laurel, bright in color and familiar to the ones you saw earlier, dwindled through the air in front of you. With two fingers, you grab it, afraid it might burn up like the one you saw. Between your fingers, it felt warm to the touch. The texture was gold-like. Smooth and shiny. Yet, it didn't disintegrate. A confirmation that what just happened was real. It filled you with more questions than answers. But above all, you felt alive. As so did your body. In your other hand, your member had stiffened at the thought of the man. Tom. A shuddering breath left yout shaking body. A strong, aching itch started to arise.

He better return.

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abyssalmermaiden · 3 years ago

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And The Abyss Calls Her Home

summary: Aryaille is paid an unwanted visit by someone(?) wanting to help her. This is potentially part one of a series if I get inspired to write more of it.

Edit: Here’s the AO3 link!

Thank you so much @epicseagull1 and @firesonic152 for test reading and offering your expertise <3

“Over and over and over again…colder...tired...so tired…they cannot...to always fight...you have nothing…”

Aryaille’s eyes shot open.

Fortemps Manor was quiet. She lay in bed, breathing loud in the stillness. The particulars of her dream faded even as awareness of her surroundings returned. Judging by the lack of light peeking through the guest room’s heavy curtains, dawn was still several hours away. Pushing sweaty hair back from her forehead, she began to extricate her legs from the tangle of nightgown and sheets as quietly as she could manage.

She knew that she was not alone.

Groping in the dark she reached for Deathbringer’s hilt at its usual place against the headboard. Her fingers met only air.

“Now, what good would that do you?”

Barely visible in the sparse moonlight, Aryaille could make out an armored figure leaning on her sword. Fray? No, not Fray.

“It is rather rude to push me away for so long.”

The darkside that wore her face. Esteem.

Slowly, eyes never leaving the intruder, she slid out of bed and rose to her feet, shifting into a combat stance.

“I’m not here to fight, you know.” Stowing the greatsword on her back, Esteem took a step closer. “You need a reminder. Why do you run from my teaching? Think how much we accomplished together.”

Esteem extended one gauntleted hand, tendrils of dark energy roiling off it to envelope Aryaille like a shroud. She couldn’t scream even if she wanted to. Memories flashed through her mind. Twisted faces. Warm blood seeping in between plates of armor. Metal slicing across bone. The desperate eyes of archbishop Thordan VII in his final moments. Deathbringer’s familiar weight in steady hands. The visions faded and she found herself once more meeting the quizzical stare of her darkside.

“I,” she took a shallow, shuddering breath, “I don’t want to be…that again.”

Marking the moment of hesitation, Esteem’s smile widened. “Do you not? Did it not feel good? To rip out Zephirin’s heart just like you said. To lay low that miserable archbishop. To watch him shrink from your wrath as you ended his reign of lies. Do not protest it to me. I know why you yet carry this sword. You can make your grand oaths and carry your shiny shield but we both know there’s more to you than that pretty, perfect Hero of Light.”

The shadows released her. Esteem cocked her head.

“You can’t shut me away forever. It is only a matter of time. How much, Aryaille? How much can you take? How much more can you give them? No one is that selfless. Eventually I will be all that is left of you”

Aryaille’s gaze flicked over to the mirror beside the wardrobe. Her reflection stared back. Eyes hollow with sleeplessness, face pale and drawn. Completely alone.

Esteem laughed.

“Does that frighten you? Why should it? We are one and the same. You need me. Deny it all you like. Yet when you have nothing—when they all leave—I will be here for you. Always,” Still smiling, she withdrew. Flipping Deathbringer around, Esteem held the hilt out to Aryaille. An offering. “You need only ask.”

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skycollides · 4 years ago

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Hi I love your stories you post. And I just reread a hank story of yours and It so sweet. So could you write a first date imagine with him? I also loved the one of ez and I thought one with hank would be so sweet!😍 Thanks in advance

@hoooli13 Thanks for the request. I hope you like it! 💜

First Date

Hank x Reader

Authors note: I apologize in advance for grammar mistakes

English isn’t my native language.

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You met Hank through your cousin Bishop. From the first time you met him at one of the parties you were fascinated. At this point you were sure that he was the most handsome man you have ever laid your eyes on. Sadly Bishop told you that his guys were off limits. He didn’t want this life for you. He wanted you to have a man who’s not in conflict with the law all the time or in danger. Nor did he want to see you in danger. Ever since you were children Bishop wanted to protect you and this was his way of protecting you. He also told the guys you were off limits the first time you set a foot into the clubhouse. After going to the clubhouse more regularly you and Hank had gotten closer and little did El Presidente know that things always go the way he wants them to.

You are currently at work the you get a text form Hank.

Hank

Hey Y/N,

I hope you’re well.

I’m sorry I didn’t text you

these past couple of days

but we were on a run.

I’ll make it up to you

if you let me.

Tonight?

Y/N

Hey Hank,

I’m good!

Are you and the guys alright?

Don’t apologize!

Bish is my cousin I know

you guys go MIA form time to time.

It’s okay. I understand.

Well you don’t have to but

I can’t say know to that.

Yes I’m actually free tonight.

Text me the details and

I’ll be there.

Hank

Yes we’re alright nothing

happened.

I’m glad you’re so understanding.

My place 7pm.

I can’t wait to see you darling.

You can’t help but smile. Did this incredibly handsome man seriously ask you out? Like for real? You could hug the whole world right now. Happiness that what you’re feeling right now. No matter what Bishop said you won’t let it stop you from seeing him.

After 3 more hours at work you’re finally free to go. As soon as you’re home you go straight to your wardrobe looking for something to wear for your date. After searching for a while not really knowing what to wear you come across a dress. You remember Hank telling you how beautiful you looked in that dress so you go for it. You look for matching heels before heading to the bathroom to take a shower. Once you’re done you dry your hair, put on some make up and get dressed. You take one last look into the mirror before taking your purse and your keys leaving your house.

20 minutes later you arrive at his place. Your heart is beating really fast and you’re a little nervous. You take on last look in the review mirror checking your makeup before getting-it heading to his front door. You know and soon after he opens the door.

’’Hey Y/N’’ he says with a huge smile on his face.

’’Hey Hank’’ you say and he pulls you into his strong arms and kisses your head. You breath in his scent and it calms your nerves a little bit. He lets go of you and says:

’’You look absolutely stunning darling. C’mon in.’’ you follow him inside and he leads you to his back yard. Once you’re there you can’t help but stare at the sight in front of you.

A table for two. Fairy lights and a lot of candles all over the porch.

’’You hate it don’t you?’’ his voice brings you back to reality. Hank took your silence the wrong way. You turn around and look at him with a soft smile.

’’Hank Oh my god. Why would I hate it. Its absolutely amazing. I love it. No one and I mean no one has ever done nothing like this for me before. Thank you so much’’ you say.

’’I’m happy you like it. Well looks like no one before me knew how to treat you properly.’’ he says and you reply with a short.

’’Looks like it.’’ You take a seat and Hank leaves you to get the dinner he prepared for the 2 of you. You look around still not believing that someone like Hank makes so much effort - for you. He shortly return and it smelly heavenly. he sets the plates down on the table.

’’I hope you like it. It was my grandmas recipe.’’ he says and blushes. You grab your fork and take a bite. You close your eyes and this is for sure the best piece of meat you’ve ever had in your entire life.

’’I think I’m going to kidnap you and keep you as my personal cook. Like for real. Hank this is so so good.’’

’’I’m glad to hear. Do you seriously think you’ll be able to kidnap me Y/N?’’

’’No but it sounds good’’

’’Well you wouldn’t have to kidnap me I would you with you anytime’’ he says and winks at you. You blush and look down at your plate hoping you can hide it. Little did you know it was too late for that. Hank saw it.

After the both of you finished eating Hank cleans the table. You offered to help him but the declined right away.

He returns to you with blankets and pillows. You raise your eyebrows and he walks past you and spreads one of the blankets on the lawn he nods with his head for you to come over and you do.

’’Have a seat beautiful it’s now time for stargazing.’’ he says and you sit down. He sits down next to you and hands you a blanket with the words.

’’Incase you get cold’’ you take it thanking him.

He lays the pillows down behind the both of you and lays down looking up to the sky. You watch him for a moment before doing the exact same thing. You lay there in silence - a comfortable silence. You’re thankful Hank did all of this for you.

’’How did you know I like stargazing? I can’t remember telling you about it.’’ you ask him curiously. ’’Well Bishop told me when I asked him why he calls you his little star. So when I thought about what to do on our first date this is what came to my mind. We both aren’t the type for super fancy restaurants so I thought cooking for you and watching the stars with you would be a good idea. At least I hope you feel the same.’’ he says grabbing your hand.

’’Ah now it makes sense. You’re right I don’t need all that fancy stuff. It’s not about the amount of money you spent on me. This night couldn’t have been more perfect. No one made the effort for me before like doing something like this you know?! Usually the guys I dated before simply took me out to one of those fancy restaurants. You just thought about what would make me happy and I really appreciate it Hank. I’m so thankful to be here with you and the stuff you did for me tonight.’’ you say having tears in your eyes - happy tears.

’’I’m glad you’re happy. That’s all I wanted sweetheart. The night isn’t over yet.’’ he says before leaning into you. You move closer to him as well and shortly after your lips collide. This is the moment you have been waiting for the whole night. Hank grabs your face and pulls you closer. You move your hand to his chest resting it there. He’s the first one to pull away. The two of you stare at each other sniveling like crazy before Hank speaks up.

’’I know its early and stuff but - could you imagine being my girl?’’ he asks you and you nod.

’’Yes I actually can. I’d be honored to be yours. We just have to keep it to ourselves for a while. Until I figured out how to tell Bishop you know. You guys aren’t the only ones with rules. He also told me that you guys are off limits.’’

’’I can live with that but we shouldn’t wait too long. I don’t wanna betray him this is more than just us you know his not trusting me any more is probably the worst thing that could happen - club wise. Besides I want to show off my beautiful woman and not hide her away from the world.’’ he says. You grab his hand and stroke the back of it.

’’I agree with you babe. The next party at the clubhouse is next week as far as I remember. We should probably have it figured out by then.’’

’’Yes we should.’’

It’s starting to get colder and your freezing by now even with the blankets you’re wrapped in.

’’Hank? I’m cold’’ you say and he gets up.

’’Let’s head inside.’’ he says and you get up as well. You help him picking up the blankets and pillows before going inside. Once you’re inside he says

’’As much as I love seeing you in that dress - do you want some warmer clothes? I can’t risk my girl freezing to death.’’ he asks you and laughs.

’’Yes that would be nice.’’ he leads you to his bedroom and hands you a hoodie and sweatpants.

’’There you go’’ he says and you thank him.

’’I’ll make you tea how does that sound?’’

’’Yes please’’ he nods and leaves the room so you can get changed,

After you’re finished you go back to the living room where he is waiting for you with he promised tea. You sit down next to him and say

’’Is it bad that I don’t wanna go home tonight?’’ he looks at you and replies

’’Is it bad that I don’t want you to?’’

’’I guess I’ll be staying then’’ you say and smile at him before taking a sip of your tea.

The both of you just sit there talking until early in the morning. The day couldn’t have been better for you. You had a perfect date with an incredible man. You know have a boyfriend that cares for you. You also came up with a plan to drop the news on Bishop. Looks like going to the clubs house more often wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

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brelione · 4 years ago

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Wish I Was Sarah PT.1(Kiara Carrera X Reader)

Kiara had first met you 3rd of December.You had been at a party,a christmas party to be specific.You were a kook which meant your parents forced you to go to all the big mansion parties all the time.All of the big ones were there,Sarah Cameron,Topper Thornton,Rafe Cameron,Kiara Carrera.All of them.

You had worn a sweater over a simple t shirt,too lazy to put on a dress like all the others.Your parents were just glad that you had agreed to make an appearance even if you looked like shit.You had sat in the corner of the couch,earbuds in.You were listening to Sweater Weather,thinking it was funny because you were,in fact,wearing a sweater.

Kiara had stood at the snack table for a while,holding a disgusting monstrosity of a cookie,debating on picking off the sprinkles and throwing them away.She had never really been a fan of sprinkles.She had glanced around the crowds,the moms talking as they ate cheese cubes,the dads talking as they drank beers and wine,the other teens probably getting high up in the bathroom.Then her eyes fell on you.

She felt her face heat up immediately,staring at you for a while.You were underdressed for the occasion,your earbuds in as you sat curled up on the couch,seeming tired of being there.She debated herself in her head,trying to decide whether to approach you or not.Eventually she gave in,walking across the room with fake confidence,sitting down next to you.She watched as you tensed up,your eyes going wide,your bottom lip between your teeth,wondering what she wanted.

You pulled out an earbud,looking up at the beautiful girl that had decided to sit next to you of all places. “Hey.”She smiled,holding out her hand to you. “Im Kiara.”She introduced herself.You pulled out your other earbud,a small grin on your face. “Hi.Im (Y/N).”You shook her hand,feeling your face heat up a bit. “So um….yeah.What song were you listening to?”She asked,trying not to laugh at how dumb she sounded.You showed her your phone,finding yourself moving closer to her on the couch. “You like Frozen ll a lot.”She laughed,watching you scroll through the playlist.

You nodded,handing her an earbud to make her listen to Lost In The Woods. “Ive never seen Frozen ll.”She admitted,watching as your jaw dropped and your eyes widened. “Kiara!Oh my god-whats wrong with you?”Your voice became higher as you talked,your hand covering your mouth.She laughed at you,shrugging. “Wait,have you seen the first one?”You asked.She nodded,watching as a look of relief came across your face. “Okay,did you like it?”You asked.She shrugged once again,smiling at your enthusiasm.

“The second one is better I promise.”You answered.She rolled her eyes,leaning back against the couch. “Im serious!The soundtrack,the animation everything is so much better!”You exclaimed,shaking your phone as you spoke.She nodded. “Yeah,whatever you say.”She replied,watching as you tried to convince her. “You have to watch it!Please?”You pouted.She nodded,making you clap your hands in excitement as you went into your disney plus app.She watched as you scrolled through the movies,a big grin on your face because you had easily defeated her.

“Its so cold in here.Who puts air conditioning on in december?”She complained out loud.You handed her your phone for a moment,not hesitating to pull off your sweater and hand it to her. “That’s pretty warm.”You told her,not really thinking about it.Her face turned red,biting her bottom lip as she held back a smile.

She had originally regretted her wardrobe choice of a green dress,the fabric light and flowy,her arms exposed which caused goosebumps to rise across her caramel skin.She didnt regret it now though as she pulled on your sweater,the warm fabric making the goosebumps go away.Her heart was thumping as you moved incredibly close to her,handing her an earbud and holding your phone in front of the two of you.

As you reached the point of Into The Unknown it was announced that dinner was ready,ham,turkey,potatoes,corn,rolls,pretty much everything imaginable.It disgusted you that you all had a feast of expensive,high quality food while people in The Cut were lucky to have a meal a day.The adults called the other teens downstairs for the meal and you promised Kiara that you’d finish watching it after.You two decided to sit next to eachother at the table,your sweater still on her.

She offered it back to you,saying that she didnt want to get food on it but you told her that it was fine and that it looked better on her anyways. “So the movie...what do you think about it so far?”You had asked softly as Kelce and Topper came down the stairs. “Its good.Its good,like you said,better than the first for sure.”She nodded,eyebrows furrowing when she noticed your eyes falling away from her and towards someone walking down the stairs.Sarah fucking Cameron.The blonde was wearing a nice,light grey dress that looked amazing on her figure,her hair in pretty braids.

Kiara saw the look in your eyes,the way they were full of wonder,mesmorized by Sarah Cameron.She felt like dying,like being eaten up by a black hole as she wondered how she could be so stupid.She had thought that maybe you were interested in her but it was probably because she had been the only girl there.Now that Sarah was here she would be lucky if she could get your attention back again.

“So what do you think of the theory about Elsa?”She asked,glaring at Sarah.Your face heated up,taking your eyes off of the pretty blonde and back to Kiara. “What theory?”You asked,glancing over at Sarah every couple of moments.Kiara tried to hide her anger,covering it with a small grin. “The one about her being a lesbian.What do you think of it?”She asked,trying to learn more about you and if she even had a chance.You bit your lip,looking over at the plate of biscuits.

“I mean,I think at this point we all just want representation in disney and in like,media in general but I dont think Elsa is a lesbian.I feel like she might be aromantic or maybe...well,I dont really know.There’s nothing-well,you know she actual might be a lesbian,”You paused,leaning forward to grab a biscuit and put it on your plate.

“There’s this one scene in Frozen ll,ill point it out to you that has like vibes to it.But then again just because she doesnt have a male love interest doesnt exactly mean she’s a lesbian.Moana and Merida didnt have guys that they were in love with but that doesnt mean they’re lesbians.Merida might be a lesbian,have you seen how good she is in nature and cooking fish in the wild?And how she knew those berries were poison?Thats some cottage core lesbian shit.What was I talking about?”you asked,realising you had gotten caught up in the topic and had forgotten the original question.

Kiara smiled,glad to hear you speak so passionately about something. “If Elsa is a lesbian.”She held back a laugh,watching as the realisation came across your face. “Right,so the answer is yes but also no but also yes.Like at least fifty percent yes but also no but im 1000% confident in Merida being a lesbian.”You confirmed,cutting open your biscuit.She nodded,trying to think of a new topic before she lost your attention again. “So the whole thing of people shipping Else with Jack Frost.What do you think of that?”She asked,laughing when your fists slapped down in your lap,gaining the attention of Rafe and Sarah.

“Dude literally it makes no sense!Jack Frost isnt even disney!Like the only reason anyone ever shipped them was because they have the same powers but Jack is like 300 years old and hes like...energetic and giggly and child-like and immature and she would get so annoyed so quick!She’s introverted and serious and of course theres nothing wrong with that but she gets like too embarrassed too fast and I cant see them ever getting together or even being friends.Like,Merida is most definitely a lesbian but if they’re gonna ship Jack with anyone it should be her!Their personalities are so similar.”You huffed,biting into a half of your biscuit.

She nodded,grabbing a scoop of mashed potatoes and putting it onto her plate. “Yeah,definitely.So who is your favorite disney princess?”She asked,sending a bitter glare towards Sarah.Sarah had been staring at you during your passionate speech,filtering out the other voices to listen to you.She found you fascinating,intriguing.She was trying to figure out why she didnt know you or if you were new to the island.You glanced her way,smirking to yourself when you saw her blush. “Um...I dont think I have a favorite.They’re all powerful and wonderful in their own ways and they all have pretty cool stories.Except Pocahontas,I hate that they romanticize colonization and in reality she was like ten and he was in his late twenties.The soundtrack was great though.”You shrugged,taking a sip of root beer.

She nodded,listening in to what the old folks were talking about.There were more people outside who had opted to take plates of food out there.Kiara wouldve preferred to go outside but it was colder out there and she hadnt been prepared.Her mother was looking at her from across the table but Kiara couldnt care less,too busy searching for your parents. “Hey,(Y/N)?”She asked quietly,getting your attention off of your biscuit. “Where are your parents?”She asked.You shrugged,getting your own scoop of mashed potatoes. “I think they’re outside.I dunno.”You answered.She nodded,continuing to eat,sending a glare towards Sarah every couple of moments.

“Eat faster so we can finish the movie.”You told her,not thinking about it as you spoke.She smiled,hurrying to eat. “Wait,why dont we just go outside and watch it?”She suggested.You bit your cheek,trying to figure out why you hadnt thought of that.You nodded,standing up and picking up your root beer,balancing it on your plate and walking out of the house,Kiara close behind you. “Where are we going?”She asked.You grinned,careful as you walked down the hill. “I know a spot.”You answered,walking across the sand of the beach.

You had explored pretty much all spots of the beach and had found your favorite one,a cave behind a wall of rocks that you had personalized.You walked towards the rock wall,slipping through the crack. “What is this place?”She asked,still following you.You smiled,turning on your phone flash light so you could see the lantern that you had put in there,turning it on.Her face lit up,looking around the cave.Pillows,sheets,blankets,pretty curtains hanging from the walls,a bin of paints so you could paint the rocks. “Thats such a good question.I really dont know how it got here,I just went through the crack one day and kind of just found it.”You shrugged,sitting down in the pile of pillows and patting the spot next to you.She sat down,shifting so she was as close to you as possible,leaning her head against your shoulder to test the waters.You pulled the earbuds from you phone,turning up the volume of the movie.

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akutagawasbitches · 4 years ago

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Ahh yes another one to join this crazy fandom little one!! Haha jk jk, I would like to be the one to request, can I have head-canons for Dazai, Chuuya and Akutagawa as a significant other like how they act with their s/o in a relationship Go crazy with this one if you like, and have fun!

Ahh thank you, I’m so excited to join the fandom! I hope you like these, I kinda went off my personal interpretations rather than being super canon.

Dazai

- This man is a FLIRT but all that stops when you enter the picture

- He fell head over heels for you the minute he met you

- I view Dazai as someone who is attracted to kindness and strong moral (similar to Oda) so he loved you for your kind smile and sweet personality.

- Even if you are sassy to him, he loves you all the same. He loves all of your personality quirks: your weird laugh, your obsession with random things, your hobbies, your likes and dislikes, your bad habits of staying up too late etc., he loves them all.

- I can’t see Dazai being an early morning person but I feel like he’d always make sure to organise lunch dates with his S/O whether its lunch at a café or just a small picnic in the park, he’ll always have lunch with his S/O

- He’ll definitely cut down on the suicide jokes if they upset his S/O and overall his suicidal tendencies go down and suddenly he’s not admiring that bridge for its height but rather the way you look standing on it with the colours of the sunset illuminating your face.

- I actually think Dazai isn’t a huge physical affection person at first. I think he’ll slowly build up to being more physically affectionate as he hasn’t really been physically affectionate with anyone before.

- But once he’s gotten comfortable with it, he’s an cuddle monster. Always wanting to be touching you in some way whether its holding you hand, arm around your waist or leaning on you while walking, Dazai always has to be touching you.

- 100% big spoon but when he has nightmares, he’ll be the little spoon.

- He’ll bury his face in your chest and hold you silently. Please stroke his hair and comfort him because this boy has seen some shit

- Don’t ask him to open up though because he’ll shrink further back into his shell. You would have to wait for him to open up, Dazai isn’t someone who opens up willingly when asked.

- Loves cooking with you, even if its more you cooking and him eating the ingredients. It makes him feel safe and loved, something so simple yet normal.

- Doesn’t really plan dates out but always takes you out at least once a week on a proper date such as dinner or a movie.

- Gives you random gifts such as chocolate or flowers because he thinks you deserve it

- On your birthday he’ll go nuts and throw you a huge surprise party with the help of the Agency, inviting all your family and friends. He’ll give you his present after as well as a few roses.

- During arguments, his colder side can come out and he struggles with listening to your emotions properly.

- Listen he was around Mori for a good chunk of time, he isn’t the best with dealing with emotions in a functional way.

- But afterwards once he’s cooled down and figured out why you’re upset, he’ll buy you flowers to apologise and hug you murmuring apologies into your hair

- Speaking of hair, wash his! It’s his favourite way to receive affection outside of cuddling. It makes him feel loved.

- Will wax lyrically about his love to you in front of you and absolutely anyone. It gets to the point where Kunikida yells at him to shut up because he’s spent 20 minutes waxing about your beauty.

- Overall, 100/10 boyfriend, he may have some flaws but he’s really trying to better himself for you

Chuuya

- I view Chuuya as liking someone who is fiery, independent but also kind. He’ll love your fiery side as it means you’re passionate, your independence means he doesn’t have to worry but you r kindness shines a light on his dark world

- Listen this man would spoil the shit out of his S/O

- They want a new phone? They’ve got the latest one with all the upgrades and any accessories they need. New clothes? An entire wardrobe of clothes turns up at their doorstep.

- But don’t think his love is purely materialistic, Chuuya shows his love in more ways than just spending money

- He’ll massage his S/O’s feet after a long day, listen to them rant about menial things and brush their hair

- I feel like Chuuya would be slightly hesitant about physical touch in public as he is a Port Mafia executive and needs to keep up his tough persona at all times but at home, he’s all for it

- Braiding his hair, playing with his hair, cuddling him, lying on his lap while reading, leaning your head on his shoulder while watching a movie, he’s all for it.

- Since he’s a busy man and has a erratic schedule, dates are hard to plan but at least once a week, he either takes you out to eat or cooks an elaborate meal just for you complete with wine and candles.

- He’ll also take out on night drives through Yokohama or trips around when he has a free weekend

- Goes absolutely all out for your birthday, reserving your favourite restaurant months ahead so you’re guaranteed a seat, massive bouquet of flowers alongside your present. He’ll also take you up to the rooftop of a local bar to watch the stars together.

- Gives you flowers randomly because “nothing compares to your beauty” but flowers are close enough right?

- When he has nightmares, he’ll cling onto you tightly to the point you almost can’t breathe. Gently stroke his hair and he’ll relax. Like Dazai he’s seen some shit and needs love and comfort sometimes

- Loves getting gifts! If you make him anything even if its small, he’ll treasure it and feel loved.

- Will never admit it but kinda wants the domestic life with you but knows its not possible

- Baths together are his favourite form of self-care.

- Wash his hair and he’ll melt.

- When you two are arguing he has a hard time controlling his temper and is prone to outbursts.

- After he’s cooled off, he’ll buy you your favourite candy as an apology and come back and apologise over and over again until you’ve reassured him for the 20th time its fine.

- Listen he’s the little spoon when sleeping but big spoon when cuddling.

- All abut big proclamations of love, he’ll lament about his love for you for hours if you asked (only in private though, in public or around any Port Mafia members all you’ll get is a quick peck on the cheek or a quick “love you”)

- Overall, he loves you and is 100/100 best boyfriend. He’d die for you.

Akutagawa

- I view Akutagawa S/O as being independent, kind but stubborn as you need to be with him

- This man does not understand relationships at first. Being in a relationship with him requires a lot of patience/perseverance and helping him unlearn unhealthy and toxic mindsets given to him by Dazai during his training. This is where your more stubborn side comes into play but also your kindness will soften him up and eventually, he’ll start being more soft with you

- Uncomfortable with physical affection due to his training and background so you’ll have to teach him that not all physical touch is bad. Slowly introduce him to the concept of loving touch and eventually he’ll reciprocate albeit a bit awkwardly.

- I headcannon that while he’s uncomfortable with explicit physical affection in public, he’ll opt for more subtle forms such as pinky holding or tapping out love messages in Morse code on your hand while holding it rather than saying it out loud.

- As you slowly introduce physical affection to him, he’ll be a bit grumpy and snappy but be patient and eventually he’ll enjoy it and reciprocate with small touches like hugs from behind while cooking

- If you want a very cuddly Aku, cuddle him while he’s sleepy. This boy gives in and just silently basks in it.

- Not super big of big proclamations of love but will do small things like make you tea or hold the door for you

- Similar to Chuuya his schedule is erratic and unpredictable so date nights are spontaneous. Walks in the park at night, watching horror films, eating take out together and reading/discussing books. Date nights are never ‘traditional’ but they are still special

- Though for big dates like your birthday he’ll make a bit more effort and take you out to dinner or cook.

- When he has nightmares, he’ll move around a lot and thrash. Hold him in your arms and gently whisper that he’s safe and other loving words and he’ll calm down. If he cries, don’t comment. Just hold him silently as that’s what he needs.

- During arguments, he can be abrasive and cruel, but he doesn’t mean to be. It’s just how he was raised; he doesn’t know how to communicate emotions well.

- After the argument, he’ll make you tea and apologise the best he can. While he’s not the best with words, his actions speak volumes with him running a bath and getting in it with you or cuddling you silently.

- Big spoon while cuddling and while sleeping but if he’s having a nightmare, he’ll become the little spoon

- Overall, he’s trying his best and loves you very much, 10000000/100000000 pls give this boy love he deserves it

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CHAPTER XIII

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GENRES: royal au; fantasy au; magic au; friends-to-enemies-to-lovers; king!beomgyu, vizier!taehyun

PAIRING: taegyu

WARNINGS: swearing

WORD COUNT: 4.8k+

AN: Beomgyu's been a bit ia these past few chapters, but here he is! Fun fact: all of his outfits mentioned are real! 1st one is from 191116, 2nd the iconic 200104, and 3rd from the unforgettable 190801 :)

SUMMARY: Best friends turned enemies, Kang Taehyun has managed to trick Choi Beomgyu into his service, and to rule for a year and a day, until his youngest brother would be old enough to take the throne. Choi Beomgyu has no intention of being obedient however, and tries to thwart Taehyun’s orders at every turn. With a growing amount of distrust and lies within the court, will Taehyun manage to keep the kingdom of Gojongja from falling apart?

"Ah finally, I'm free!" Beomgyu cried aloud, flinging his arms out wide. "I'm free!" He spun around, skipping down the lane happily.

Seojung and Jisung followed behind silently, watching as the King skipped through the grasses, long coat flapping behind him.

"Sir, we are here to see your house and nothing more."

Beomgyu waved a hand carelessly back at Jisung. "Yes yes, I know that. I only really want to see my house."

The two guards looked at each other. Beomgyu laughed delightedly, stopping to reach up and smell a branch of cherry blossoms. He rushed forward excitedly, and motioned towards the guards to hurry up.

"Come on! Around this corner we can see the back of my house!" He gave a small giggle and disappeared around the corner.

Seojung and Jisung couldn't help but smile at Beomgyu's antics, following him from behind.

Beomgyu had snuck out (well, not exactly snuck out– just left without telling anyone) of the palace to see his house that he'd left behind. Since the tension between the court and the citizens was still present, he and his guards had taken a carriage up to a certain point, and walked the rest of the way down an abandoned country lane. It was alright for Beomgyu, though: he liked the time outside surrounded by nature. Standing in the middle of a field, breathing in the fresh air (and maybe making a pensive wind swirl around him, coat whipping majestically – he can't help his flair for dramatic scenes, even if no one is around to witness them) was wonderful.

Beomgyu stood outside his front door, heels clicking together cheerfully. He flourished the house key he’d taken with him from his chambers back at the palace, and slotted it inside the keyhole. Pushing open the door, Beomgyu let out a sigh of happiness as he stepped into the familiar hallway.

“Long time no see, eh?” he smiled to himself, taking in the details.

The cottage had barely changed. Beomgyu rushed into the front room, and beamed as he took in the ivory curtains, round glasses resting on a side table next to a half-filled cup of tea, and the comfortable velvet armchair which was always stuffed with too many cushions. Peering into the dining room, he smiled as he saw a dinner mat was still set at the table, an empty glass by its side. The kitchen still had clean plates stacked up by the sink, waiting to be put away. He walked into the living room, running his fingers along the dusty bookshelves, packed with novels and biographies which he’d leafed through millions of times. He rubbed a hand over the worn leather of the sofa, rested his cheek on his softest cushion, breathed in the comforting scent of his humble cottage. He sat back into the sofa, smiling contentedly up at the plain white ceiling.

“This. I’ve missed this.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-

Beomgyu hummed as he put the plates back into the cupboard. He’d just finished dusting the cottage from top to bottom, and had just tidied away the teacup and plates. Walking back to the living room, he scanned all the titles on his bookshelf absentmindedly.

“Ooh-” he gently dislodged a book, looking at the title. Beomgyu chuckled to himself. “Looks like I stole this from the palace. This is one of the books that the scholars use to teach us about clans.” He opened the book and began flipping through the pages. “Oh wait- it looks like there are pages missing?”

Beomgyu ran his fingers along the jagged edges between two pages, which indicated that some had been torn out. “That wasn’t me… I wonder who took them out.” He shrugged, putting the book back. “Oh well. It’s no big deal.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-

Inside his room, Beomgyu was going through his wardrobe.

“Oh, Choi Beomgyu, what were you thinking?” Beomgyu tutted, staring at one of his old suits. It was a beige blazer with pale blue accents, paired with a pale blue button-down and a navy and brown tie. He twisted his lips disapprovingly. “I suppose it doesn’t look too bad, but the colours just don’t go together! Bleh. I’d never wear something like this now.” He put down the offending suit, tucking it far away into the corner of his wardrobe.

“Oh, I remember wearing this,” Beomgyu smiled as he pulled out another outfit. This one was a pure white button-down with white pants and a silky cloak-like overcoat. The cloak came up to his hip and had white fur trim along the hood and top half. It even had a diamond clasp. “Wait, do I still have the wand to go with this?” He set down the clothes, and rummaged around his drawers, before pulling out a silver stick. “Aha! I do!” He laughed, setting down the ‘wand’ beside the outfit. “Wow, I didn’t even know I kept the outfit from that Christmas party. I might take it with me to the palace: it’s nice.”

Beomgyu came out of his room and yelled down the stairs. “Seojung, Jisung! I’m gonna leave some clothes by this door! Come back here some other time with the carriage and bring them to the palace, okay?” Then he retreated into his room to look through more of his clothes.

.・゜-: ✧ :-

“Wow, this is nice.” Carefully, Beomgyu extracted the delicate piece of clothing from its protective cloth, staring at it. It was a black button-up, stitched with white and silver stars. It still had its cufflinks in as well: five-pointed diamante stars. The design was simple. When Beomgyu twisted the shirt, the silver stitching caught the light, making it sparkle. “When did I wear this?” The faint smile on the corner of his lips died as he remembered. “Oh. Jieon’s… Jieon’s funeral.” He carefully put the button-up back into its protective cloth, putting it back in his wardrobe.

Suddenly, he didn’t feel too into looking through his closet anymore. Beomgyu put back all the suits he’d taken out and opened the door again.

“Let’s go back.”

As he was stepping outside, Beomgyu noticed that the ground was rather damp. He looked back at the guards. “Did it rain?”

Both of them nodded silently. Beomgyu groaned.

“Oh no, this means we can’t go back down the way we came! The mud will ruin my shoes!” Beomgyu sighed. “Come on, we’ll have to go through the town way.”

“I- sir, are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Beomgyu pursed his lips stubbornly. “I am not getting these shoes dirty.”

The two guards shared a glance.

“Very well,” Jisung said. “But it’ll be more difficult to get to the carriage.”

Beomgyu pfft-ed, waving a hand. “It can’t be that difficult. The carriage is in a place that’s easy to get to. We’ll be fine. Now, come on!”

.・゜-: ✧ :-

He wandered out into a more bustling street. As he was constantly pushed aside by hassled citizens, Beomgyu reflected that maybe walking was a bad idea. At least no one was really paying attention to him…

He was just wondering how far he had left to go to get to the carriage, when he realised that his guards had disappeared. He spun round, searching for Seojung and the other guy. Nowhere to be found. Frowning, he stood up on tiptoe, straining to look for any sight of them. He was all alone. In a strange street.

It was then that a chill crept over him. It was inexplainable: it was so terrifying and yet compelling at the same time. The feeling kept building up, causing him to feel colder, and colder, and he started to shake. Suddenly, a finger tapped his shoulder. Beomgyu spun around, panicked, and almost ran into a noble who stood right behind him. Looking up from the blue satin coat in front of him, Beomgyu relaxed. It was a noble he recognised- Lord Soobin.

Soobin widened his brown eyes and bowed. "Lord Beom- Your Greatness! What are you doing around here?"

"Oh, uh… just wanted to see how my citizens are doing!" he said brightly. "In a bit of an incognito, get-into-the-scene kind of way."

"Ah, I see," Soobin said, nodding. He watched as Beomgyu glanced around a few times, picking up on how distracted the royal was. "Um… don’t take this the wrong way, but… would you happen to be lost?"

Beomgyu chuckled awkwardly. "I think I may be," he said. "I seem to have lost my guards." He looked around again. "Yep. Definitely lost them."

"Well, it is not right for a monarch to be left undefended," Soobin said. "Would it suit you to perhaps take refuge in my home? I can send word to the palace that you are there, and then you can wait in my home until more guards arrive to take you back to court."

"Oh, if that's alright with you?" Beomgyu asked. "I wouldn't want to intrude."

"Oh, it's no intrusion if the King himself were to enter my humble abode," Soobin laughed. "My carriage is just a few streets away. Would you care to come?" Beomgyu scanned the streets again, in case his guards miraculously appeared.

"I gladly accept your offer," Beomgyu said, when it was clear that Seojung and Jisung were not there.

"Right this way, Your Greatness."

.・゜-: ✧ :-

Once the carriage pulled up into the gravel drive of Soobin's estate, the coachman opened the door for them before hurrying up to the front door to inform the butler to let Soobin in.

When the butler let them inside, Beomgyu whistled.

"'Humble abode'? Soobin, this is an extravagant abode. My, some of these decorations rival that of those in the palace."

Soobin chuckled. "Many thanks, Your Greatness. I have always had a taste for grandeur."

Beomgyu eyed the ceiling, which had elegant swirls engraved into its stone. He caught sight of the golden chandelier, which also had intricate designs along it's candelabras. "Evidently," he murmured. "How do you… how…"

"How can I afford this?" Soobin supplied. He carried on talking as they followed a footman into one of the tea rooms. "My family has a great inheritance. Also, I make money by creating flowers. If you look out of that window, you can see one of my greenhouses out in the garden."

Beomgyu leaned over, staring at the glass building. "Wow," he said. "I suppose one-of-a-kind flowers fetch a high price?"

"Indeed they do," Soobin said. "Tea or coffee?"

"Oh, I'm fine, thank you," Beomgyu said, waving away the attendant. He stared out of the window silently as Soobin calmly sipped his cup of tea. Soobin’s home was so pristine and perfect. It was like it was carved out of pure white marble, painted with the most lustrous gold, decorated with only the finest and most intricate hand. It was almost as if Soobin was the King with the lavish palace, and Beomgyu was the humble noble that had been invited for tea. Beomgyu couldn’t help but marvel at how wondrous it all was.

“Ah, yes,” Soobin said, setting down his cup. He beckoned over one of the footmen who stood outside the door to the room. “Send word to the palace that King Beomgyu is currently safe within my estate. Tell them to bring guards to Lord Soobin’s manor to come find the King.” The footman nodded, before scurrying off. The two of them sat in silence. Beomgyu glanced at the lord. He knew Soobin well enough; the two of them had been acquaintances when Beomgyu was still in court. Beomgyu, because of his faintly royal status, had been a higher noble than practically everyone else, so he’d talked to all of the lords before. Lord Soobin was a rank below him, so they had been reasonably amiable associates. However, he didn’t know the elder well enough to know which clan he came from, or even what his surname was.

“So…” Beomgyu tried, in an attempt to break the silence. “Um… How does it feel having such a young King as your monarch?”

Soobin looked at him. “Hm… well, at first it was a little odd. Everyone found it a little odd. We were expecting one of the Kangs to take the throne, after all, and yet it turned out to be a whole new clan. But if you think about it, had everything gone as the late King Seohu had planned, we would have had an eight year old on the throne.” Soobin leaned back, chuckling. “Now that would be even more odd than having a King who is a mere year younger than me.”

Beomgyu cracked a small grin. “I suppose it would be.” He frowned a little, thinking about the day. Remembering the sense of betrayal and anger he’d felt towards Taehyun. He remembered how his fury seemed to crackle within him. He also remembered the pure fear in Taehyun’s eyes when he growled at him after the Crown Handing. He deserved it, Beomgyu thought fiercely. He deserved all those harsh words, after everything he’s put me through.

Soobin suddenly laid his hand on top of Beomgyu’s where it rested on the table. He seemed to have mistook Beomgyu’s silence as being a troubled one. “It’s okay,” he said. “There is no need to worry. It’s why you made Kang Taehyun your vizier, isn’t it? His knowledge is incredible. He will help you navigate through your reign in the steadiest, smoothest way possible.”

“Thank you,” Beomgyu said, smiling weakly.

“Ah!” Soobin pushed a delicate ceramic plate of cakes towards Beomgyu. “Would you care to try some? They are infused with the essence of my very own flowers.”

Beomgyu looked at the small golden sponges. Each of them had gentle, purple-blue bruises of what must have been the flower essence. He was just about to reply when the footman knocked on the doorframe.

“Sir,” the man panted, bowing at Soobin and then Beomgyu. “The– the guards are here to take the King back to the palace.”

“Thank you,” Soobin said. “Well! It was nice finally talking to you again, Beomgyu. Ah, I mean Your Greatness. Gosh, it seems like only yesterday you were simply Lord Beomgyu. Oh, would you care to take the cakes back to the palace to try? It seems a shame to let them go to waste.”

Beomgyu felt there was no other answer he could give. “Of course, Lord Soobin. If you wouldn’t mind packaging them so they are fit for travel?”

A servant immediately stepped forward, taking the plate and putting it within a small basket, before bowing low and handing it to Beomgyu. He took it, and turned to Soobin.

“Well, I suppose I will be going then,” he said. “It was nice conversing with you, Lord Soobin. Thank you for briefly accommodating me as well.”

Soobin inclined his head. “It was my pleasure.”

Beomgyu stepped out of Soobin’s estate, walking up to a glowering Chan.

“Oh, so you’re coming to collect me?” Beomgyu asked curiously. “Where are Seojung and Jisung?”

Chan still continued to glare at Beomgyu.

“What?” he said. He spread his arms wide and gave a spin, showing his unharmed self from all angles. “Look, I’m not hurt. Nothing happened to me.”

Chan eyed him suspiciously. “Last time you said that, you’d managed to stab yourself in the finger,” he said. “Remember?”

Beomgyu sighed. “Are you really going to bring that up every day for the rest of my life? I told you, the knife fell. It wasn’t my fault.”

“Sure it wasn’t. And I am going to mention it every day, because this happened literally two days after you made me your personal guard.”

“I made you my personal guard because you were the only one out of all of them who I knew, and Taehyun made me choose someone. Also because you were like the most skilled out of all of them. But anyway, I promise that nothing went bad. I’m not injured. I didn’t accidentally fall on my own sword, and Soobin didn’t forcefeed me any poison. Seriously, this trip went fine.”

“If you say so, sire.”

“Yes, I do say so. Come on, let’s go back. Did you bring a carriage with you?”

.・゜-: ✧ :-

“Sir Taehyun, one of King Beomgyu’s guards are here to see you.”

Taehyun opened his door. “Oh Jisung. What’s Beomgyu done now?”

“Disappeared,” Jisung managed to force out, out of breath. “He- King Beomgyu- disappeared- there one minute- gone the next- we looked but- the King- gone-”

“Woah, catch your breath first,” Taehyun interrupted. “I can’t understand anything you’re saying.”

“King Beomgyu vanished. He- he wanted to see his old cottage,” Jisung panted. “When we were coming back, it had been raining and he didn’t want his shoes to get dirty by going on the obscure, mud path we’d taken, so we went through the town. And he- he disappeared. Uh, Sir Taehyun-?”

Taehyun’s eyes had grown wide in alarm and he’d stood up, running out of his room. Jisung hurried to catch up with him.

“Keep talking!” Taehyun called back to the guard. “How did he go missing?”

“I- I don’t know! It was a busy crowd, but the King- he’s taller than average so we could still see him. But su- suddenly he wasn’t there. In the literal blink of an eye, he’d dis- disappeared. It didn’t make sense!”

Taehyun let out a frustrated cry. “That stupid Beomgyu! Why would he go out?”

“Sir- Sir Taehyun? Where are you going?”

“My horse!” Taehyun yelled over his shoulder to Jisung. “I need to go find him!”

“Sir!” A messenger almost ran into Taehyun.

“Not now!” Taehyun brushed past the messenger. “I’m busy!”

The messenger stared helplessly as Taehyun ran past him. Then, he saw Jisung approach and turned to the guard. “Sir! I am a messenger from Lord Soobin’s estate! His Highness, King Beomgyu, is safe within Lord Soobin’s home. He requests someone to be sent to come escort the King back to the palace.”

Jisung widened his eyes and thanked the messenger, before renewing his chase after the vizier.

“Sir Taehyun!” he cried.

“What is it? Jisung I told you, I’m busy!”

“Beomgyu’s safe! He’s in Lord Soobin’s estate!”

“What?” Taehyun yelled. He’d turned the corner and almost tripped over his own feet in his haste. “What did you say?”

“Lord Soobin! Beomgyu’s with him!”

In his frazzled, panicked state, it took a while for Taehyun to register the guard’s words, but once he did, he visibly calmed. “Lord Soobin? He should be safe.” Almost instantly, his face darkened again. “Why the fuck he thought it’d be a good idea to step foot outside the palace, I have no idea…” He looked back at Jisung, who was still running up to Taehyun. He clicked his fingers at the guard. “Fetch Chan! Tell him to go to Lord Soobin’s estate to pick up King Beomgyu!”

Seamlessly, Jisung spun around on one foot and began sprinting back the way he’d come, going to inform Beomgyu’s other personal guard.

Taehyun watched Jisung retreat, and began storming to the front gates. Beomgyu had a lot to answer for.

.・゜-: ✧ :-

As the carriage drew up to the palace gates, Beomgyu’s stomach dropped. Shit. Taehyun was standing on the steps, arms crossed.

Beomgyu opened the door and stepped out onto the pebbled driveway, walking up to the vizier. Taehyun glowered at him.

“Just what,” he said, “just what do you think you were doing?”

Beomgyu sighed. For some reason he felt inexplicably weary. “Look, it’s not my fault I lost them okay? They should have protected me better.”

Taehyun’s fingernails dug into his arm. “How can you lose two guards? Just how? How is that even possible? They’re trained to be able to follow you no matter what. How can you lose them?”

“I don’t know, okay?” Beomgyu said, annoyed. Suddenly, all the tension dropped from his face and he rubbed his forehead with his hand. “Fine. I’m sorry. I should have been more responsible. But can we just… can we not do this? I don’t have the strength to.”

Indeed, now that Taehyun looked closer, Beomgyu didn’t look too great. It was practically the first time he’d seen Beomgyu in three weeks, and the King certainly did look rather tired and wan. And so, Taehyun relented. “Alright. But there’s something we need to talk about. Come on.”

Beomgyu gestured weakly. “Can I at least wash first?”

Taehyun looked at him. “Go on. I’ll be in the Meeting Hall.”

While the vizier strode away, back ramrod straight, Beomgyu slumped up the steps to the palace. Visiting his cottage had taken an emotional toll on him, a toll which was even more tiring than a physical one. Still, he dragged himself through the palace, wanting to get that meeting with Taehyun over and done with so he could go to sleep.

.・゜-: ✧ :-

Beomgyu sat himself down in the chair at the head of the table. Taehyun was already seated in the chair to the left of the head, arms crossed.

“So what do you want?” Beomgyu asked.

“Glad to see you’ve finally come out of hibernation,” Taehyun remarked. “I feared that I wouldn’t remember what you looked like.”

Beomgyu snorted sarcastically. “Sure you did.”

“Why did you go out anyway? You know the people are mad about the thing that you caused. Just why would you do that? It’s dangerous, it’s unsafe, if someone saw you and recognised you then–”

“I was homesick, okay?” Beomgyu interrupted. “I was homesick. This palace…” he gestured around at all the marble and gold. “This isn’t my home. It’s my accommodation. It’s the place I sleep and eat and live in, but it’s just not my home. It’s too large and cold and filled with judgy people. And I missed it. My cottage. My true home. My small cottage at the edge of the town, decorated with flowers and away from any accusing eyes. The little house I bought with my own money which I purposefully picked because it was far away from this hellhole. I wanted to get away from here, regardless of the dangers. I needed to get away from here.”

Taehyun frowned. “That doesn’t make sense. Here, you are well-fed and well-dressed and have all sorts of luxuries. Why would you want to go back to a run-down cottage far away from people?”

Beomgyu chuckled, looking down. “Right. You’ve lived here your whole life. You wouldn’t understand.” He looked up at Taehyun. “Just because I am fed and dressed and can sleep here doesn’t make it my home. I don’t fit in within the cold, marble structures of the court. It’s why I left.”

“I still don’t get it, but it doesn’t matter.” Taehyun crossed his arms. “Would you care to explain why you’ve been avoiding all of your duties for the past three- no, three and a half weeks?”

Beomgyu rubbed his forehead tiredly. “I didn’t want to do them. That’s it. That’s the only reason. The Lords had pissed me off, and the amount of things that needed to be taken care of…” His voice trailed off. “I just couldn't do it.”

That made Taehyun flare up. Beomgyu had only been thinking about himself! “Well what about me, hm? While you neglected your duties, who do you think had to step in and take on the tasks themselves? Who do you think had to go through all the things that you couldn’t be bothered to do, in addition to his own duties he needed to complete?”

Beomgyu’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, I– I completely forgot. Taehyun, oh god, I’m so sorry. I forgot that you’d have to do that for me. Wow, I… that was so selfish of me. I’m sorry.”

“You should be. Do you know how stressful it was to manage the court while you disappeared into your chambers? Do you know how hard it was to fend off any suspicious Lords, who were curious about where you’d gone?”

Beomgyu put his head facedown on the table. “Please, stop making me feel so guilty. I’m sorry, okay? I completely forgot.” He lifted his head to the side a little and spotted a basket sitting atop the wooden table. It was the basket filled with the cakes he'd gotten from Soobin. He must have unconsciously carried it with him into the Meeting Hall. Beomgyu lifted his hand and pushed the basket towards Taehyun. “Here,” he said. “My apology.” Taehyun looked at it suspiciously. “They’re just cakes,” Beomgyu sighed, sitting up. “I wouldn’t poison you.”

Taehyun reached forward to take the basket, lifting up the cloth. He pulled out the plate on which two, small cake slices still sat. Bringing the plate close to his face, Taehyun eyed the cakes.

They were of a cuboid-ish shape, and were a healthy yellow. The softness of the sponge’s colour contrasted with the purplish, bluish, bruise-like patterns embedded into the cake. He smelt the cake, still a little wary, but was pleasantly surprised to find they smelt like normal cakes. Beomgyu smiled bemusedly at the vizier’s antics. Taehyun looked at the cakes one last time. Then he shrugged. Eh, whatever. He popped a whole cake slice into his mouth.

Beomgyu had propped his chin up on his hand. “Nice?”

Taehyun nodded grudgingly, already lifting up the second cake. “Yeah. It’s nice.”

“Good to hear. Is… is it a good enough apology for you?”

Taehyun looked up, cheeks full of cake, and nodded.

“That’s good. No matter what you think, I don’t actually want to be hated by you, you know.”

Taehyun nodded absent-mindedly, chewing on the third slice of cake. Beomgyu smiled, endeared, as he noticed some crumbs on the corner of Taehyun’s mouth. He leaned forward and gently rubbed them away.

And just like that, something in the atmosphere shifted. Taehyun stared at him, eyes wide. He was suddenly hyper aware of Beomgyu’s gentle touch, the way his fingers grazed his cheek, and the way he was looking at him.

“You had a little something on your cheek,” Beomgyu said quietly. His eyes were suddenly incredibly soft, and he stared at Taehyun with such an indecipherable gaze. Taehyun’s ears grew uncomfortably warm and he moved away, out of reach of Beomgyu’s hands. Beomgyu quickly snapped back into his normal state, snatching his hand away. He coughed, sitting back in his seat.

Taehyun touched the corners of his mouth, now more than a little self-conscious. He didn’t know why his ears were suddenly burning up from that simple touch. He glanced at Beomgyu, and found he was staring at his own hand with a dazed look, as if he wasn’t sure about what he’d just done. But then, he coughed again, shifting in his seat. Taehyun quickly looked away. The silence dragged on between them for some time longer, before Taehyun finally spoke.

“Anyway, so are you going to come back?”

“Hm?”

“Are you coming back to court?” Taehyun said. “You know, coming back into your role as King.”

“Oh…” Beomgyu sighed. “I probably have to.”

“Good. There are some things which I need to talk to you about.”

“Can we talk about them some other time?” Beomgyu asked.

“What? No. I need to tell you as soon as possible.”

“Come on, can’t it wait?”

Taehyun frowned, and Beomgyu quickly carried on speaking before he could interrupt. “Please. I haven’t recovered from the revel. I know, I know. It's practically been a month now. I know. Call me weak, call me pathetic. But… being told I’m not good enough, and that I’m a fraud, it just…” Beomgyu clutched his hands to his chest. “That really hurt. It really, really hurt.”

He brought his hands into his lap, looking down at his clenched fists. “Also, I just came back from a really emotional experience. I saw my old house again, I went outside again. Lots of memories came flooding back to me, and I need time to process. Also, I almost became lost. That in itself is a traumatic experience.”

Beomgyu sighed, playing with his fingers.. “Going back, seeing my house… I was reminded of the times I was really happy, the times when I could be free, and be myself, within my small cottage. I was content.But I also remembered the underlying sadness which haunted everything I did– the fact that I’d had to leave you. It broke my heart, did you know that? Because you and I... we were so close, and even if we'd parted on bad terms, it still hurt me to leave you. It was like I was leaving a part of myself, and even if sadness wasn't the predominant emotion, it was still there. But then, I was also reminded of the fact that you didn’t object to me leaving, and even accepted it. In those few hours I was at my cottage today, I went through about hundred and one emotions during that short time. Happiness, sadness, anger, confusion, shock… Please understand, I am not mentally prepared to have any sort of political talk right now.”

Throughout that whole time, Taehyun didn’t say a word once. Beomgyu, confused by the vizier’s silence, looked up, and all the colour drained out of his face. “Oh my god, Taehyun!”

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Desired Fate, Chapter 12

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Zelda poured over stacks of research notes at her writing table. As organized as it was, it was still proving difficult to locate what she was looking for.

The elixir recipe has to be in here somewhere…

She searched through the drawers, finding a neatly folded piece of paper tucked in a journal she’d used to write down field research notes.

Yes, I think this is it...

Zelda unfolded it, quickly appraising the recipe for the spicy elixir she had written down some time ago. She collected these recipes out of morbid fascination. She never imagined she’d be putting one to practical use.

It would be simple to gather the ingredients for the elixir, although she dreaded having to ingest the concoction that consisted of at least one monster part, likely from a bokoblin since they were so common and at least one creature that could give the elixir cold-resistant properties, likely an insect. These elixirs could be strengthened in effect or duration by adding additional monster parts, creatures, or plants.

I’m turning into Link, she thought grimly, recalling how Link had eaten rocks in her presence at least twice during their travels. It would be just like Link to drink one of these bizarre elixirs… or all of them…

Zelda grabbed an empty corked glass container to hold the elixir. She wrinkled her nose, imagining the taste of a potion that was created from the internal organs of a monster, and decided to bring an additional bottle to hold some water to wash it down.

The thought of Astor telling her she has bokoblin breath crossed her mind.

That is if he ever got close enough and we...

Zelda’s heart fluttered in her chest, and it took a moment to compose herself and focus on the task at hand.

She picked up the Sheikah Slate, pulling up its map function, which Purah had shown her recently after she and her fellow researchers had successfully activated the towers all over Hyrule. She studied it and decided the path she would take. The way through Dueling Peaks stood out to her at first, as it was the most well-established path, but taking a second look she saw a quicker, more direct route. Either way, she’d be passing through Kakariko village, which made her a little nervous. What if someone recognized her? Not that it would be the end of the world if someone did, Zelda reassured herself. It just wasn’t often that she went anywhere without an entourage of guards. The worst that could happen is one of the villagers would tell Impa she’d been spotted walking through the village alone. They probably wouldn’t guess where she was going, as Mount Lanayru was still some distance from the village.

She went to her wardrobe to grab a plain, dark cloak and put it on over her dress, adjusting the hood over her head. The cloak sat awkwardly over her long hair. She adjusted her hair so it would all fit comfortably inside the hood at the nape of her neck.

Leaving the comforts of her chambers was difficult. She had never done anything like this before. Still, the thought of staying put and doing nothing when the people of Hyrule were preparing for the worst was unconscionable. Soon there would be a mass exodus of people from Castle Town and she knew what they would think of her, thanks in part to her father’s never-ending scolding.

Outside, she was relieved to see the castle grounds were free of any guards, allowing her to walk out without incident. She supposed they had already been excused to retreat from Castle Town with their families. Her father was at least a benevolent king who cared for his people, despite his stern and sometimes harsh treatment of her. Zelda relaxed a bit and breathed deeply of the night air, looking out over the town from her vantage point as she made her way down the winding path.

Zelda cleared the gatehouse and then the main gate that led out into Castle Town, arriving in the central square. The gentle trickle of the fountain greeted her as the town slept. Zelda navigated through the empty cobblestone streets, heading for the final gate that would lead out into Hyrule Field. Once she had cleared the town’s gate, she headed east.

The grass swayed in the gentle breeze. The moon was high and bright allowing her to see her destination in the far distance. The Sheikah Slate shifted in the pocket of her cloak. As she walked, she let her mind wander, trying to focus on sweet daydreams to overcome the sense that she was in a race against her kingdom’s demise. She remembered how conflicted Astor had sounded the last time she spoke with him. Her heart swelled and she walked a little faster, feeling hopeful and foolish at once. Her heart beat steadily in her mind over the sound of crickets chirping. She didn’t look back at the castle as she moved further and further away. If she looked back, she knew she would lose her resolve.

Zelda neared a bokoblin camp. There were three of them, and fortunately for her, they were all in relative proximity to each other. She grabbed the Sheikah Slate from her cloak’s pocket and charged forward, giving a grunt of effort as she activated the remote bomb feature. By the time they noticed their unwelcome visitor it was too late. The pig-like creatures gave a chorus of animalistic shrieks just before they were blown sky-high. Zelda sighed in relief looking around the camp for whatever she could pillage for herself. There was a thick juicy steak cooking over an open flame. She was quite hungry now that she thought of it.

As Zelda moved towards the steak, a slew of bokoblin parts began to fall from the sky. Zelda flinched as purple guts rained down on her with an array of wet plops, some of them bursting upon impact. She wasn’t hungry anymore.

Zelda started working on the elixir after she had gained the nerve to gather the bokoblin guts and place them in a large cooking pot that already had a fire going under it. She stayed at the camp a few minutes waiting for a warm darner to appear and when one presented itself she caught it and added it to the pot. Slowly, everything began to liquefy, becoming an orange-red liquid. If she stood too close to the concoction her eyes began to water. Breathing in the peppery aroma the elixir gave off made her break into a coughing fit.

Success… Zelda thought to herself.

She carefully scooped the rim of the bottle through the liquid, letting it flow into the container. She corked it and put it away for later. Zelda moved to the nearby Hylia river and bent to scoop up some water in her cupped hands, greedily drinking to quench her immense thirst. She savored the crispness of it, and it sated the burning in her throat. She gathered some water in the second glass bottle and corked it. She climbed back up the embankment and crossed the Rebonae Bridge.

oOo

By late morning it was discovered that Zelda was missing. The few staff left at the castle descended into a frenzy, searching the castle and even spreading out into Castle Town to look for her.

Link and Impa knelt before King Rhoam who was furious.

“It seems my daughter has forsaken her divine duty and has fled. I fear all is lost…”

“Your Majesty, with all due respect, I don’t believe she would do such a thing. I’m sure that wherever she has gone she has a good reason.”

The king narrowed his eyes at the Sheikah advisor. “Then where has she gone and what is she doing? This is unacceptable! You two are her closest companions. You must know something! If you are hiding something from me, I will hold you both personally responsible!”

Impa shifted nervously, shooting a brief look at Link for support. “Uh… S-she might be with a certain individual… He… He might have taken her, but then again, she might have gone with him willingly. I really can’t say for sure either way…. I don’t want to point any fingers, though, and I mean no disrespect towards the Princess…”

“What do you mean ‘went with him willingly’?” King Rhoam snapped, his anger flaring. “Who is this individual?”

“Uh… Let’s just say he’s a prophet with exclusive knowledge of the Calamity.”

Link gave Impa an incredulous look. Impa could only imagine what the young knight was thinking.

Smooth, Impa, real smooth. You really know how to spin things.

“Hmm… A prophet…” Rhoam paused, contemplating this. “This still does not sit well with me… Especially the fact that you don’t sound very certain about this man’s intentions at all... Send word to the Champions at once to leave their Divine Beasts for the time being. Inform them of the situation and have them assist in searching for her.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Impa bowed, and they turned to leave the sanctum.

“It can’t be true can it?” Impa whispered to Link. “The other night when Astor interrupted Zelda’s prayers at the Spring of Courage… We have no idea what was said between the two. What are the chances Zelda’s disappearance has something to do with him? What if… What if they both turned from their respective roles and ran as far as they could?”

Link regarded her. He seemed to consider what she was saying, a serious look in his blue eyes but refraining from expressing his thoughts on the matter, committed to silently bearing his duty, no matter what unexpected turns fate threw at him.

“Ugh… sorry, I’m just rambling, I guess.” Said Impa. “I don’t want to believe Zelda would just give up like that, but if she did... I guess I would understand why…”

oOo

Zelda had, at last, reached the gate that marked the entrance to Mount Lanayru. At the base of Mount Lanayru was a beautiful, tranquil field. This would probably be the last moment of relative comfort, for once she started her ascent the air would only grow colder the higher she went. She had to do some light climbing to reach the start of the path up the mountain. She followed the winding path up the mountain, and soon she noticed it was snowing lightly. The change in temperature was dramatic, and when she became too cold for her liking, she took a small sip of the spicy elixir. It wasn’t as foul as she’d been anticipating, so she was able to consume the rest, although slowly. Even after chasing the elixir with water, she could feel sweat beginning to bead on her forehead. The cold became tolerable, and soon, any unpleasant burning aftertaste faded.

The path up the mountain was steep, marked every so often with a segment of stone steps. Her legs began to ache but knew that if she stopped it would hurt to resume moving again. She wouldn’t stop until she stood before the Hylia statue at the Spring of Wisdom.

She sensed she was at a high altitude now. A cutting gust of wind snapped back the hood of her cloak and violently ruffled her thick hair. As she tried to pull the hood back in place, the wind hit again, stronger this time, and it took her breath away for several beats. She struggled to take a breath, gasping for air. Still, she pushed up and onward.

Her legs were about to give when she, at long last, reached the spring. She wondered how the water wasn’t solid ice given the frigid temperature. She stepped into the spring, starting to shiver as the ice-cold water touched her skin up to her shins. She couldn’t turn back now, she’d come too far and was finally at her destination.

She forced herself further down the spring, following the stone path below the water’s surface, coming to stand where the crest of Hylia was etched. She clasped her hands together, barely being able to form a coherent thought. Are the effects of the elixir wearing off, she wondered with rising alarm.

She braced herself against the immense cold, squeezing her eyes shut. “Goddess Hylia, please… I came all the way up here... I don’t understand… Don’t you want me to awaken my power?”

Her chest felt so tight. She could feel the bones ache in her fingers. She couldn’t stop herself from visibly shivering. The cloak that had felt so heavy and substantial all the way here, suddenly felt paper-thin now.

Had she made a mistake? One she would pay for with her life? There was no way she was going to make it back down the mountain. She was far too cold, and far too exhausted to turn back.

“Please… Didn’t you call me here?”

oOo

The seer watched the princess in the ancient Sheikah orb. She was praying at the Spring of Wisdom, just as she had said she would. The girl’s breath was visible, coming out in steady puffs from her pale lips.

The seer hesitated. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. She was never meant to make it up to that spring, especially not alone and not this early. Astor could sense the goddess at work, altering fate’s course and forcing his hand. He had to choose and seal his ultimate fate.

He had once sworn to crush beneath his heel those who were trying to defy fate’s rightful course. No, not fate… Calamity Ganon’s will. The truth was slowly starting to dawn on him. He’d been so deluded by the Calamity for so long, only falling further into those delusions when he’d found the Harbinger. But fate had a true course, and even that was being rewritten. The hardest thing to accept was that it was being rewritten for his benefit. Why him? He never would have considered that a goddess would give second chances to those that turned their back on her in favor of serving an all-consuming evil entity.

Hyrule’s two most powerful beings were at war over him. He was a tool to both, although he had to surrender to the fact that the goddess had far more benign plans for him. He’d be a fool to fight Hylia’s plan, but it still felt wrong. He’d repressed human desires for such a long time, or rather serving the Calamity had nearly destroyed all those desires, leaving barely a whisper of humanity in him.

Could the princess really be his? He could no longer fight or deny his want for her… Or was it he who would be hers? Astor wasn’t sure. It was the princess who had pursued him and won him over. He was vaguely aware his thoughts of her were consuming him, slowly changing him.

He recalled the last thing she had said to him.

I hope you will allow me to give you what the Calamity cannot.

Her words echoed through his mind. Those words had sent him spiraling. He wanted so much to do the same to her somehow.

And so Astor willed himself to that place. He appeared behind her on the stone platform, the frigid temperatures immediately hitting him.

Zelda turned, taking notice of him. Her eyes widened and her lips parted to speak, but she had no words. Overcome, Zelda ran to him, up the steps and onto the stone platform he stood.

“So... Cold!” She threw herself at him, burying her frozen hands into his robes. Astor cried out in surprise, vanishing from the Spring of Wisdom, taking her with him. And for a brief moment in time they were neither here nor there, but still locked in that embrace.

The princess was still shivering intensely when they reappeared at the base of Mount Lanayru, back in that tranquil field.

She hung on to him, trying to steal what little warmth his body and clothing could give. It occurred to her that he must have been watching her, knowing exactly where she was and when she was in trouble. “You… You came to save me?”

He didn’t know how to act towards her, doubling down. “Quite bold of you to make that assumption.” He said coldly. “Perhaps I only came to witness your demise brought on by your ill-conceived plan, but alas it seems I have inadvertently saved you…” He pried her off of him and pushed her away, yet it was far too gentle for someone who had once plotted her death. His fingers brushed against her ice-cold ones, and he flinched from the contact.

Zelda’s heart fell. “If you were still loyal to Ganon, you would have just left me to die… Please, stop playing games with me... I can’t stand this… I’m so cold.” She came close again, trying to bury herself in him once again. She must have been starved for affection and validation to be seeking it from him of all people. Astor halfheartedly held out a hand, trying to keep her at bay. He wanted so badly to give in to her, but her touch was paralyzing, for it ignited a chain of images in his mind’s eye. The visions were too rapid to interpret or understand, but still, they left him with a strange feeling. She may not have been able to find her power, but she had certainly managed to awaken something in him.

Zelda gave him a dejected look. “Thank you for saving me...” She said self-consciously, before beginning to head back toward the Lanayru Promenade. She wrapped her arms around herself tightly, still feeling the effects of the cold. Astor couldn’t help but follow, each step a subconscious desire to stay at her side.

They walked for a while in silence down Lanayru Promenade, its beautiful ancient stonework covered in moss.

Zelda came to a stop, near the edge of the path, overlooking the water. Her fist was wrapped tightly around the handle of the Sheikah Slate. “That was my last chance… Looks like I’m just not meant to awaken this power… But why…? Why won’t it awaken for me?”

Astor paused, her words deeply affecting him for reasons he couldn’t understand. He felt like a ghost of his former self, now numb to Calamity Ganon. The vision of the princess and the knight at Blatchery Plains ran through his mind, sobering him. It made Astor anxious that she would ultimately give up on him and find validation in the most obvious of places - that boy. Was it possible for fate to circle back around and bite him in such a cruel way?

“My seventeenth birthday is... tomorrow… There’s no more time…” Zelda’s voice cracked in a pitiful way. She stood perfectly still, her back to him. “I really am just a failure.” Zelda gave a horrible, soul-rending sob and pitched the cloak she’d been wearing into the waters below.

Laughter erupted through the promenade, catching Astor and Zelda’s attention. They looked up to see Kohga and Sooga watching them from a perch high above them.

“Well, well, well… Look here, Sooga… The doomed prophet and the heiress to a throne of nothing together at last… I never saw this coming.” Kohga howled with sarcasm. “Is that a banana in your pocket, Prophet? Or are you just happy to see the pr-”

Astor clapped his hands over his ears, his irises constricting. “Stop! Stop! Stop!” Astor screamed. “I’m going to consign you degenerate pests to oblivion if it’s the last thing I do!”

Zelda sniffed, blinking several times as if caught off guard and deeply confused.

Astor was dying inside, the desire to throw himself off the edge of the promenade only increasing. He fantasized about all the ways he could kill Kohga, but he couldn’t help but admit Zelda’s reaction was strangely endearing. Had Kohga’s terrible joke actually got her to stop crying?

“Yiga assemble! Cut down the false prophet and the girl who carries the blood of the goddess!” Kohga clapped his hands together, summoning his footsoldiers, each bursting into the scene, scrolls falling around them. The footsoldiers began to swarm Zelda and Astor, while Kohga and Sooga vanished.

One of the footsoldiers took a running jump towards Zelda, swinging his sickle. Zelda gasped, losing her footing as she stepped back, nearly falling into the water. Astor moved quickly, grabbing Zelda by the wrist and pulling her close to him.

With his free hand, Astor summoned his orb, hoping Calamity Ganon’s power hadn’t forsaken him yet as he called forth a Hollow. The Hollow of the princess’s appointed knight appeared in an instant and rushed at the Yiga footsoldiers with horrifying speed.

The footsoldiers screamed in recognition of the hero’s likeness, holding their sickles at the ready. The malice being wielded its ‘sword’ just as skillfully as the hero himself, expertly blocking any attacks the members of the Yiga Clan threw at it. It made short work of the footsoldiers, hacking and slashing until they each fell, nearing death. The Princess stood very still as she watched it all play out before her in morbid fascination, wide-eyed and still held in Astor’s grasp.

The footsoldier’s bodies jerked and spasmed, giving up the ghost, or in this case red-purple spheres of energy that rose out of their chests one by one, being drawn out by the power of malice Astor wielded. The spheres floated delicately in the air, and Zelda could just make out a faint electrical pulse within. Astor raised his chin in a ‘come here’ motion, and the spheres barreled through the air with a ghastly howl towards the pair. Zelda shut her eyes and flinched away, only to realize that the spheres had been absorbed into the orb Astor held.

Astor released Zelda from his grasp and stepped away, looking surprised. He had saved her, again, on his own volition this time. He had held her so close, and the moment had passed too quickly, barely having acknowledged it at the moment due to being under attack.

Zelda regarded him silently, waiting for him to speak. He looked as if he was waiting for Calamity Ganon to strike him down.

“If you’re going to perish, it must be by my hand...” Said Astor, as a way of an excuse, as confidently as he could muster.

Zelda’s face fell. The fear and anticipation of the impending Calamity hung palpably between them. Zelda thought of her father, her anxieties mounting. She didn’t know how she was going to face him knowing she’d broken Lanayru’s decree and failed to awaken her powers yet again. “Well... I don’t suppose you’d like to accompany me back to the castle? Father might want to kill me when he finds out where I’ve been.” Zelda gave a nervous smile.

Astor smiled a bit. This girl thought she was clever. “I can do that…” In truth, he’d follow her anywhere at this point.

This took Zelda by surprise. Her features contorted a bit, nearly breaking into tears again. She gave a small exhale of relief. “Thank you…”

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